But a moment later, Fang Yun regained his composure.
Suddenly, Fang Yun felt his back go numb. Then boundless cold descended, and he felt as though he had returned to the Ten Cold Ancient Land and was reliving his ordeal in the Ice Emperor Palace.
The next instant, Fang Yun distinctly felt that a powerful force of ice had frozen him in place, turning the area around him into a thousand-foot iceberg. Not only was his body unbearably stiff and beyond his control, but even his thoughts and divine sense had become extremely sluggish. His Literary Palace seemed to have stopped obeying him, leaving him unable to use any power at all.
Fang Yun was startled at first, but then sensed the mist butterfly fluttering outside the iceberg. A hazy woman sat on its back, as though sculpted from ice and carved from jade, her entire body white as snow.
Only then did Fang Yun feel as though raging flames were assaulting his back. Excruciating pain battered his mind, and his back seemed trapped inside a meat-grinding mechanism, its flesh churning and heaving.
The intense pain left Fang Yun dazed, but he already understood that he had been ambushed again, and that the Snow Goddess and the mist butterfly had helped him escape disaster.
The image of that black panther flashed through Fang Yun's mind, and his killing intent surged.
At that moment, the Snow Goddess's voice reached him.
"I originally intended to crush that panther to death, but who could have known he had so many tricks? He actually escaped using an Ancient Demon art. The tip of his claw pierced your back, carrying an extremely complex mixture of powers. There are traces of an Ancestor-Proclaiming Realm aura, as well as several potent poisons. My strength has not recovered,