Nie Yan lay hidden in the distance, watching as the Frost Wraith drifted nearby. In an instant, he lunged forward, the blades of his small daggers gleaming with a deadly light.
Just as his daggers were about to strike the Frost Wraith, it suddenly vanished into thin air.
Nie Yan's attack missed, and his heart sank. The Frost Wraith reappeared on his right side, its once vacant and hollow eyes now brimming with malice and bloodlust.
Hiss—The Frost Wraith exhaled a chilling breath, and a wave of icy wind surged toward Nie Yan.
The rapidly dropping temperature seemed to freeze everything in its path.
In the nick of time, Nie Yan rolled and darted several yards away.
The Frost Wraith disappeared again, only to reappear behind him, firing a torrent of icy blasts.
