The Youngest Sword Cultivator in a World of Magic

Chapter 385

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How exactly had Ye Chuqi done it? As far as they knew, wasn't she an outstanding graduate of the Imperial Capital Academy's martial combat division? And swordsmanship was the most distinctive part of the Ye Family's heritage. Since when could fighting spirit and swordsmanship produce an effect like this? Wasn't this something only magic could accomplish?

Roan and Barney both spared a glance at Allen. Although ice magic had developed from water magic, the two were fundamentally quite different. Even as a Water Mage, Allen couldn't turn water element into ice element, much less achieve something on this scale.

"It's only temporary. It can keep them frozen for a while." Seeing the confusion in Allen's and the others' eyes, Ye Chuqi explained, her face still rather pale, "This frost is actually very thin. It can only restrict their movements temporarily. We need to hurry and push farther in."

Thin as this layer of frost looked, it had already drained every last bit of spiritual power from her body. Waves of dry, raw pain coursed through her meridians, as though they had cracked after drying out.

After San San drew out spatial energy to replenish her, the pain became a series of sharp little stings, leaving her face pale.

Ye Chuqi had also noticed that after she froze these Fallen Demon Beasts, no fresh ones continued emerging from below. Of course, the ones behind them might simply not have caught up yet, but San San also said the most likely possibility was that no more were appearing.

It was as though, as long as the Fallen Demon Beasts ahead remained lined up without leaving this cave entrance, the rate at which others emerged from below slowed noticeably or even stopped.

*Could we use this method to pin all these Fallen Demon

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