With a sword cry and two dragon roars.
Three powerful attacks crashed down upon Leng Yan's figure at the edge of the formation in an instant.
Bang!
With a thunderous explosion, Leng Yan's figure could not withstand the blows and burst apart on the spot.
Yet this time, not a shred of flesh or blood flew through the air. There was only an endless torrent of Thousand Year Cold Air, spreading and sweeping outward like a hurricane.
"What? So much Thousand Year Cold Air—and all of it refined?"
"Damn it! We fell for it again."
Elder Ku Rong's pupils contracted as he cried out in alarm.
The instant he sensed something was wrong, he immediately retreated, the first to break away and flee.
To Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, Thousand Year Cold Air was troublesome if it touched them, but not difficult to resist.
Yet what lay before them was clearly refined Thousand Year Cold Air, far purer than ordinary cold air.
At this level, it would not be fatal, but coming into contact with it would still be no small trouble.
Elder Ku Rong reacted swiftly, and the other three were not slow in the slightest. Their expressions changed as they, too, rapidly retreated.
But just as the four moved, the endless cold air surged ahead like a massive wave and swallowed them whole.
Wherever the cold air passed, moisture in the air rushed over and instantly froze into ice.
The four retreated dozens of zhang in a single step, yet still failed to avoid the Thousand Year Cold Air. Before they could even activate their techniques, they were frozen solid on the spot.
Within the solid ice, the four wore grave expressions. Their eyes rolled rapidly as the true essence and Demonic Essence within their bodies were immediately pushed