The moment the silver greatswords appeared, everything around them—whether rocks or lush grass—was covered in a thick layer of frost in the blink of an eye.
The silver greatswords appeared most strangely, suddenly manifesting with a "hum" in utter silence.
The greatswords split into five groups the instant they appeared, with two greatswords in each group slashing toward the ten people, including Ying.
Cui Ting bore the brunt of it. The moment he sensed something was wrong, bone-piercing cold had already swept over his head. At the same time, an arrogant voice rang out beside their ears.
"Trash, behold how my lads are peerless beneath heaven! Slash for me! Slash, slash, slash!!"
In his haste, Cui Ting merely sneered.
"Ice-element attacks? Even a grain of rice dares to shine!"
He was of the Snow Moon Wolf Clan. When it came to controlling the power of ice and snow, he was the true expert. The other two Snow Moon Wolf Clan Foundation Establishment cultivators sneered as well.
"Could the enemy have gone muddleheaded? They actually dared use the power of ice and snow against the Snow Moon Wolf Clan."
Mockery hung at Cui Ting's lips. The instant the frosty qi touched his body, spiritual power circulated within him, and the thin layer of ice that had just formed over him melted away completely.
At the same time, Cui Ting rubbed his hands together, instantly forming an even thicker ice pillar. With a savage grin, the muscles in his arms bulged more than a full circle, and he swung the massive ice pillar at the silver greatswords descending above him.
The other two Snow Moon Wolf Clan Foundation Establishment cultivators also brought forth ice-element magical artifacts. Their momentum was immense as they met the attack with cold sneers.
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