Time trickled by, and for the few people trapped in the formation, every day felt like a year.
Just as those within the formation were sinking into utter despair,
a shocking wave of cold air suddenly surged up from the depths of the sea.
The frigid air rapidly rose and spread.
In the blink of an eye, the towering thousand-zhang waves crashing across the sea were frozen into lofty ice peaks.
As the thousand-zhang waves were sealed in ice, the vast force churning within them swiftly dissipated as well.
Without the overwhelming offensive stirred up by the tides, seventy percent of the Demon Shadow Palace Venerable Lord's attack instantly vanished.
"Hmm? A Nascent Soul Stage cultivator proficient in ice arts?"
"What a Su Shi'er. He actually managed to invite such an expert. It seems that, in order to deal with me, he truly spared no expense."
"But so what if these seawaters and waves are frozen?"
The Demon Shadow Palace Venerable Lord asked in return, without the slightest trace of panic on his face.
He clenched his palm in the air and slowly raised it.
"Crack..."
A series of sounds like shattering mirrors rang out. The icebergs formed from the massive waves were lifted into the air by an invisible force, transforming into gigantic ice cones aimed directly at the linked formation.
"Damn it!!!"
Within the seawater, Leng Yan's eyes gleamed with icy coldness, her expression utterly indifferent.
Having only just recovered from severe injuries, her face was deathly pale. Clearly, her wounds had not fully healed.
Yet at this moment, she could no longer afford to worry about such things.
Within her Dantian Small Universe, the Nascent Soul continuously spewed out frigid infant essence.
The Thousand Year Cold Air surged forth without end, weaving into chains throughout the seawater