Yu Ci gave a low shout, and the sharp sword in his hand vibrated in response. Sound waves spread outward, colliding with the opponent's sonic blade and scrambling its edge, effortlessly defusing the killing blow. Following this, he took a few strides forward, propelled by sword Qi—covering several zhang per step—and broke out of the area shrouded in frigid air.
Ever since condensing his Seed True Talisman, Yu Ci's sword intent had grown increasingly smooth and natural in its operation, allowing him to easily block even a sudden, vicious ambush like this one. He was at ease, and the entity whispering constantly in his ear was equally untroubled, merely chuckling softly:
"The Ghost Sound Cold Prison has an activation radius of a little over two mu. There must be twenty-one people over there."
Yu Ci grunted an acknowledgment, knowing the other was assisting him. As his figure leaped and bounded, he shifted his angle and sped toward the depths of the jungle. The rear wave of chilling cold pursued closely, countless ice granules and white frost coating everything in its path, emitting a rustling sound.
The Ghost Sound Cold Prison was a combined attack technique excelled in by the Ice Snow Demon Palace, a branch of the Northern Demonic Sect. That day outside the Sword Garden, because Yu Ci's party had seen that supreme treasure of Wuxin Hall and brought up the Ice Snow Demon Palace, Zhang Yan and Li You had specifically mentioned it. This method harbored cold venom and stimulated malevolent Qi, making it formidable—especially since it was triggered by the collision of two successive sound waves, possessing extreme deceptiveness. Many people had fallen victim to it.
The Ice Snow Demon Palace... what a major power, no inferior to the Dongyang Orthodox Sect.
Even though that person was