The Ultimate Ice, infused with the power of heaven and earth, was truly terrifying. For a moment, it even made Yang Ming feel the threat of death.
"Thump, thump, thump! Thump, thump, thump!"
His heart pounded violently, and Yang Ming's Rinnegan widened fiercely. In an instant, he opened seven gates of the Eight Gates Released Formation. With every gate he opened, a powerful surge of blood energy swept through his body alongside immense Soul Power, repeatedly battering the freezing force imposed upon him.
"Break!!!"
With Yang Ming's earthshaking roar, rings of pressure suddenly erupted around him. Even the Ultimate Ice was shaken, its encroaching advance coming to a halt.
He shook his right hand, and the blue ice covering his right arm shattered inch by inch. The Mysterious Sword's blade was no exception, breaking free of its icy prison.
Flexing his aching wrist, Yang Ming was secretly alarmed.
In those brief one or two seconds, large swathes of flesh inside his arm had already died. A few seconds later, and the entire arm would probably have been ruined.
He silently slipped on the Infinity Gauntlet and snapped his fingers.
"Snap!"
The Time Stone emitted a gentle glow, its faint radiance enveloping Yang Ming's damaged arm. As time was turned back, the arm that had been frozen into an icicle returned to its unharmed state from several seconds earlier.
The sight sent a tremor through the Snow Empress's heart.
He's using the mysteries of time. So he's already reached this level? What a truly terrifying man!
The Snow Empress gave Yang Ming a long, penetrating look, a ripple passing through her sky-blue eyes.
Among the gods of the Divine Realm, there were deities who commanded authority over flames and darkness, but none who commanded time. Even the five Supreme Gods could