But after the current of air passed through the little opening between his fingers, it seemed to be magnified countless times, swelling rapidly as it swirled. For every inch it advanced, its force grew by a foot.
By the time that wind reached the four burly men, it had become a biting, bone-chilling gale that cut against their bodies like knives.
The four men huddled tightly together, seemingly hoping to warm one another and resist the bitter cold.
But they were already soaked through with mist laden with icy yin energy and shivering from the cold. When this sudden yin wind struck, they instantly felt chilled through from the tops of their heads to the soles of their feet.
And the wind kept growing stronger in successive gusts, sweeping maple leaves from the garden trees and plastering them against the four men like a fluttering swarm of red butterflies.
Before long, countless red maple leaves had wrapped the four men tightly, making them look like four enormous red rice dumplings.
A layer of crystalline white frost then formed over the red maple leaves.
By the time the howling cold wind finally stopped, they had frozen solid, hard from the inside out, becoming four lifelike ice sculptures.
Yet these human ice sculptures, which should have looked hideous or terrified, were now wrapped in countless red maple leaves and coated with white frost, lending them a faintly bizarre, postmodern abstract beauty.
Only after dealing with these four Queue Army soldiers did Cui Jiuyang dispel his Invisibility Art and reveal himself.
Over on the other side, Bai Susu, who had been under constant attack, weakly turned her head. Her bloodshot serpentine eyes met Cui Jiuyang's gaze.
An almost human expression appeared on that enormous snake's head, as though she had let out a