Jiang Chen's approach had been perfectly sound. The Mystic Ice on his body would protect them both; at the very least, Gods powerhouses weaker than the Eastern War God would have no way to hurt them through a sneak attack.
But when he moved the Mystic Ice barrier from his body, something astonishing happened.
The Mystic Ice did indeed fall away from Jiang Chen's body as he wished, yet during the transfer, it flew uncontrollably into the distance.
Just as Jiang Chen stared in confusion, wondering what the Mystic Ice on his body intended to do, the flying ice completely slipped free of his control and shot toward Han Ba.
This was—
Jiang Chen's eyes widened as he watched in disbelief as the frigid ice transformed into sharp arrows in midair and stabbed toward Han Ba.
"Han Ba, run!"
The Four Corpse Kings had always been on good terms. When they had been sealed away, each had claimed their own territory. Although their attributes differed, even opposing one another, Han Ba had still grown accustomed to Jiang Chen's aura.
Thus, when the blades formed from the frigid ice on Jiang Chen's body flew toward her, Han Ba made no attempt to defend herself. She did not even take the attacks formed from Jiang Chen's Mystic Ice seriously.
"What do you mean?!"
Hearing Jiang Chen's warning, Han Ba instinctively turned her head, temporarily abandoning her intention to continue attacking.
The moment she looked back, she froze.
Before she could understand what had happened, dozens of Sharp Swords formed from ultimate Mystic Ice had already pierced her body.
The flames burning across her withered body collided with the frigid ice, instantly producing a thick cloud of steam, accompanied by Han Ba's scream.
Even identical elements had their differences.
The mutual restraint between