Dennis and his companion had arrived brimming with confidence. One had foreseen Vasias's every move, while the other had sealed off Snow Ice Peak, trapping Vasias like a turtle in a jar.
Neither had ever expected to end up in their current predicament. Not only had they failed to kill Vasias and his subordinates, but they had instead put themselves at an extreme disadvantage.
Han Shuo swooped down from high in the heavens and unleashed his Demonic Cultivation Art. The baleful aura around him condensed into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky, enclosing Dennis and Mesiss beneath it.
Vasias reached out and grasped, and a ten-meter-long Ice Spike flew out of the Cold Ice Cave. It was as translucent as white jade, giving off wisps of white vapor as an intensely frigid power radiated from it.
The Ice Spike resembled a spear and carried the coldest power on Snow Ice Peak. It seemed to be a crystallization of the peak's power. The moment it appeared, the temperature on the already bitterly cold Snow Ice Peak dropped another level.
The enormous palm in the sky pressed down from afar. As its terrifying baleful aura collided with the cold, hissing sounds rang out, and clouds of thin vapor rose.
Having finally forced Han Shuo out, Mesiss suddenly discovered that she had become his target and immediately moved closer to Dennis.
Once Dennis, who cultivated Space Power, escaped Han Shuo's sword net, he was no longer constrained. He grabbed Mesiss again, and with a surge of Space Power, suddenly teleported onto Snow Ice Peak.
Mesiss moved all ten fingers over the Crystal Ball, seemingly weaving something inside it. Green threads as fine as hair tangled together, winding into a strange pattern.
Suddenly, Vasias's body tightened. The Ice Spike in his hand