Crack!
The wyrm fired an ice spike, pinning Mo Lin—frozen into an ice sculpture—to the wall while shattering the ice encasing him. His abdomen had been pierced clean through, and blood seeped out at an incredibly slow rate. This was the first time Mo Lin had suffered such a severe injury since transmigrating.
After consuming the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot, Mo Lin had thought he would no longer fear heat or cold. Yet when the freezing beam struck him just now, he had felt a bone-piercing chill and briefly lost all sensation in his limbs. This wyrm's mastery of ice-element attacks was truly astounding. No wonder it had survived for a thousand years while imprisoned in this blood lake filled with fire poison.
Mo Lin circulated Yang Five Thunders to restore vitality to his frozen limbs, then beat his dragon wings hard and flew into the air with the ice spike still embedded in his abdomen.
If the wyrm had wanted to kill Mo Lin, it could have turned him into minced meat with a barrage of ice spikes. But that would also disperse the Soul Power within Mo Lin into the air, leaving it with nothing but a small lump of rotten flesh to eat. After all that effort, it would not even have enough to fill the gaps between its teeth. It had no intention of making such a losing trade.
Seeing that Mo Lin seemed to be at death's door, the wyrm prepared to deliver the final blow, completely stripping him of his ability to resist so it could swallow its prey alive. But just as it was about to fire another ice spike, Mo Lin actually withdrew his External Soul Bone and let himself fall, plunging into the blood lake with a