Ye Xiangning looked at Zhang Yuan's expression, her anger boiling over. Too annoyed to say anything more, she rummaged in the pouch at her waist and took out an ice cone that was bitterly cold and constantly radiated death qi.
Zhang Yuan's gaze was immediately drawn to the ice cone.
With such dense, decaying death qi, this ice cone had clearly been formed from mysterious yin death qi, one of the six yin-yang essences!
Ye Xiangning tossed the ice cone over.
Zhang Yuan caught it. Although Ye Xiangning had held it effortlessly, and it had looked no different from an ordinary ice cone, the moment it reached Zhang Yuan's hand, an incomparably heavy weight bore down on him.
It was as though he had caught not an ice cone, but an entire mountain ten thousand feet tall. Even with his late celestial person dharma body, Zhang Yuan nearly toppled to the ground.
It was not that the ice cone truly weighed as much as a mountain. Rather, yin qi had a heavy, turbid nature that drew it downward. Once it left Ye Xiangning's hand, that nature naturally made it sink.
Besides its weight, the dense death qi escaping from the mysterious yin death qi continually invaded Zhang Yuan's palm and arm. In just a few moments, the hand gripping the ice cone had already turned somewhat pale. Had the vitality of his Dao Domain not neutralized it, a Qi Refining Perfected Person in his place would already have been corroded into a corpse by the mysterious yin death qi.
Zhang Yuan steadied himself and endured the erosion of the death qi, gripping the ice cone firmly to keep it from falling.
If the ice cone fell to the ground, it would immediately vanish without a trace, wasting this strand of