Chapter 450: Icebound Hundred-Flower Funeral
The Shadow Douluo Xue Chen trembled.
Silver powder and octagonal ice crystals intertwined in the chilling wind, dancing in midair and, against the backdrop of the moonlight, presenting a cold and deathly aesthetic.
Trapped within the cage formed of silver and ice, any possibility of escape was swallowed by the endless chill.
Only now did Xue Chen realize that the earlier cold wind was not some natural phenomenon, but the precursor to this ice and snow purgatory before him. Yet no matter how hard he tried to think, he could not understand how such a fierce and terrifying soul skill could have gone without the slightest fluctuation of soul power for so long beforehand. Even when his intuition had detected something was wrong, deliberate perception still failed to reveal where the danger came from.
He tried to deploy a soul skill for a feint and then rapidly escape as his very first reaction, but was horrified to find that merely defending against the surrounding piercing chill was consuming his soul power at an astonishing rate.
Moreover, this consumption was likely far earlier than they had realized. The gnawing away at his soul power had already begun the moment that silver snow fell. Right now he still had the strength to breathe, but those several senior soul engineers could no longer even deploy their respective powerful soul tools and could only frantically sustain their individual protective barriers.
Looking at those flickering protective barriers, they would likely exhaust all their soul power in barely a few seconds.
Xue Chen was a well-established Titled Douluo, but at this moment, his heart held only endless terror.
Did Huo Yuhao do this, or that elusive Northern Douluo? They lacked even the ability to perceive and resist.
Yet there was no