The Imprisoned Man "Sizzle!"
Within the murky yellow lake water, a figure streaked through like lightning. Flames curled around his body, and every time they came into contact with the surrounding lake water, bursts of sizzling rang out.
"As expected of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs. The frigid force contained within is actually this terrifying."
Xiao Yan swiftly sped toward the bottom of the Yellow Springs. At the same time, a grave look gradually appeared on his face. The frigid force within the Nine Nether Yellow Springs seemed capable of freezing Dou Qi itself. Even with the Heavenly Flames blocking it, Xiao Yan still felt his limbs growing numb, while the Dou Qi that had once surged freely through his body showed signs of slowing down.
"Looks like I need to pick up the pace. This is not a place to linger!"
Using the Heavenly Flames to resist the frigid force consumed an enormous amount of Dou Qi. Although Xiao Yan had now entered the Dou Saint class and could control the energy of heaven and earth, the frigid force within the Yellow Springs was unimaginably abundant. Yet this was energy he could neither control nor absorb.
As this thought flashed through his mind, Xiao Yan moved, and his speed surged once more. A deep trail appeared in the water where he passed. Only after he had swept by did the lake water rush in and submerge it.
The Heavenly Flames leaped wildly as Xiao Yan descended deeper and deeper into the Nine Nether Yellow Springs. However, the further he went, the more the frigid force increased geometrically. By the end, even Xiao Yan had no choice but to go all out, circulating his Dou Qi to disperse the cold energy invading his body.
"I wonder just how deep the