Behind Gu Jianhun, the two late-stage Ninth Level First Void Realm experts exchanged a glance.
Clearly, they were already prepared. The moment Gu Jianhun could no longer hold Jiang Feng back, they would immediately join the siege against Jiang Feng.
Over here, Gu Jianhun was being forced back step by step, his face exceedingly grim.
He had long since abandoned attacking. With a breath of frigid frost wind wrapped around the greatsword in his hand, he desperately defended the three feet around him.
But even so, Jiang Feng's spear still tore through the frigid frost wind from time to time, nearly reaching his flesh.
Gu Jianhun felt utterly stifled. A dignified peak Ninth Level First Void Realm expert was actually being bullied so badly by a brat at the early Eighth Level First Void Realm!
"Bastard!" Gu Jianhun roared. Borrowing the recoil from the clash between his greatsword and the spear, he swiftly retreated.
Before Jiang Feng could rush after him, Gu Jianhun raised his greatsword. The frigid frost wind transformed into a streak of white light that shot into the sky, drawing in clouds and pulling at the air as a tremor rang out.
"Biting Cold Wind!"
The greatsword in Gu Jianhun's hand sank at once. The surrounding air temperature plummeted, and an ice-cold whirlwind appeared out of nowhere, swiftly pouncing toward Jiang Feng.
"A divine skill!" Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes. "This divine skill is rather good!"
Visible to the naked eye, the whirlwind tore at the air until even space itself seemed distorted. Frost appeared to cling to those warped patches of space!
With the divine skill bearing down on him, Jiang Feng did not dare be careless either!
He drew back his spear, and a black spell formation appeared beneath his feet out of thin air.