"Myriad Frost Domain..."
Li Tian repeated the name under his breath.
His voice was muffled by the freezing mist, as though he were speaking through a thick quilt.
"Your domain really has some bite to it."
"My force gets frozen away before it even reaches you, and you can cast Ghost's Touch faster within this domain."
"I felt it just now. In that brief moment, you were already pouring cold air into my spiritual platform."
There were indeed two new stabs of pain deep within his brow.
In the few breaths he had stood within the freezing mist, Ling'er had unleashed Ghost's Touch at least twice against him.
The cold air seeped through his spiritual platform's defenses at an even faster rate, leaving the fifth and sixth cracks across the surface of his Primordial Spirit.
"But you forgot one thing."
Li Tian chuckled.
That laugh seemed somewhat labored in the freezing mist, with longer pauses between his breaths than before, but the amusement in it had not weakened in the slightest.
"Your domain covers the entire arena, but the domain itself is supported by your laws."
"Your laws are still operating, and your laws are still draining your strength."
"My force gets frozen within the cold mist, but when your cold mist is blasted apart by my force, won't your consumption be even greater?"
He raised his axe.
This time, he raised it very slowly.
Every inch it rose was accompanied by the crack of ice breaking and the dull boom of the Force Law shattering through the frozen seal.
The icy shell covering the axe blade cracked and fell away layer by layer as he raised it, revealing the axe face beneath, once again gleaming with a dark golden light.
"Myriad Jun Strike."
He softly spoke those four words.