Hearing Li Tian's words, Ling'er fell silent and looked down at her right arm.
The dark-gold scorch mark on it was slowly spreading. The remnants of the Force Law continued to eat away at the foundation of her Dao of Ghosts.
Her intangibility was indeed slowing. She could clearly feel the barrier growing thicker, rougher, and harder to pass through each time she shifted between solid and incorporeal.
"You're right."
Ling'er raised her eyes to Li Tian. Deep in her silver-gray pupils, the thin veil of mist suddenly thickened.
It grew so dense that the first signs of a blizzard seemed to be gathering in her eyes.
"My intangibility really is slowing down."
"So I can't let you hit me with that axe again."
"I won't turn intangible to fight you anymore."
As she spoke, she raised both hands at once and spread her fingers toward him.
In that instant, all the power of the Dao of Ghosts within her surged out.
It did not seep out in trickles. The entire Great River burst its banks.
Dense silver-white cold billowed from her body and gathered into a vast frost mist above the Arena.
The temperature of the mist plunged to a freezing point no ordinary person could endure.
Under the cold's assault, the Gold-Patterned Restriction on the Arena's stone tiles dulled layer by layer. Its movements grew sluggish, and its former luster faded.
The laws circulating through the Coiling Dragon Pillars slowed by nearly thirty percent. Thick white frost formed across their surfaces.
The entire Arena lay shrouded in silver-white mist. It was as thick as flowing mercury; one could barely see a hand held before one's face.
"Dao of Ghosts: Myriad Frost Domain."
Ling'er's voice came from every direction at once, overlapping and echoing. There was no telling where