"Well played, Su Shi'er. You actually risked being slain by me, taking one of my attacks head-on just to lure me into the formation. What a deep scheme!"
"Unfortunately, if you had drawn out the Ten Thousand Year Cold Air, perhaps there would have been nothing I could do. But mere Thousand Year Cold Air—so what if it is a little troublesome?"
With a gloomy expression, Baili Chen formed a sword-finger seal and was about to activate his sword art to break free of the formation.
The Thousand Year Cold Air had been gathered by the formation and transformed into the purest form of attack. It posed a threat to him, true enough, but its effect was relatively limited.
As long as he shattered the formation, its effects would naturally diminish swiftly.
In but an instant, Baili Chen made his decision.
Yet before he could resolutely carry it out—
At that very moment, from within the fissure in the earth cleaved open by the earlier sword light—
A howling gale suddenly arose. Within the wind, an even more terrifying chill surged out from the crack.
As the cold spread, the snowflakes drifting through the air froze into ice crystals before they could touch the ground.
Even the sudden gale seemed to have been frozen solid by that astonishing chill.
Only a stream as thick as an arm, like a swimming serpent, rushed into the formation.
The instant the current entered the formation, Baili Chen, halfway through circulating his cultivation, felt a bone-piercing chill assault him. The temperature around his body plummeted at a startling speed.
"This aura? Not good! This formation has actually drawn out the Ten Thousand Year Cold Air within the mountain?!"
Realizing what had happened, Baili Chen's expression changed again, and horror rose on his face.
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