The bone spike whistled toward him, carrying a terrifyingly sharp aura of death. It traced a beautiful, sinister arc through the air and reached the attacker in an instant.
The attacker had already reached Han Huo. The disdain in his eyes as he faced Han Huo vanished without a trace, replaced by unprecedented gravity. His pupils contracted as he stared unblinkingly at the approaching three-meter bone spike, gathering all the water divine power in his body into his palms.
The bone spike was aimed at him, and he could feel better than anyone just how terrifying the death power contained in that gleaming white spike was. Besides death power, it also carried a bloody, baleful aura that alarmed him even more. That aura was extraordinarily fierce, no weaker than the death power on the spike!
Facing this bone spike that had appeared so abruptly, he had no choice but to give it everything he had. He no longer had any attention to spare for Han Huo.
His eyes fixed on the bone spike, he concentrated his water divine power in both hands. His fair, slender arms suddenly became translucent as jade. Cold gathered in his arms and palms, making them seem crystalline, wisps of freezing air rising from them. In an instant, his arms became like solid ice.
But anyone looking closely would have discovered little turbulent currents flowing slowly inside his crystalline arms and palms. Once someone cultivating water power reached the Upper God realm, the flexibility of water and the solidity of ice could attain a marvelous harmony. The unusual state of this man's hands proved that his understanding of water power had indeed reached the Upper God realm.
Wisps of cold air streamed from the fingertips of his crystalline hands. Gathering together, they abruptly formed an ice