Lin Xin reached out his hand. In his eyes, layers of deep purple rippling vortices suddenly emerged.
Under the black clouds, countless snowflakes fell even denser.
Wei De felt a chill all over his body, his teeth chattering. Looking down, he couldn't believe that his lower half had already frozen into an ice sculpture.
A shudder from the depths of his soul made his body numb, unable to move at all.
"This... impossible!! How could such an existence appear in the competition!?"
Zhou Tianhong barely managed to draw his short knife from his waist, but he was drenched in cold sweat, holding on with extreme difficulty.
Xu Hong of the Ten Illusions Sect...
He had never seen such a terrifying martial artist, like a demon, and the pressure of drawing a blade in front of him was almost enough to break him.
He thought about giving up. Looking around, the people originally standing had no time to escape. Someone had just turned around and was already frozen into half an ice sculpture.
