This...
The dreamlike appearance and the bone-chilling cold, after the tempering from prior encounters, Amila's group already possessed a certain level of resistance.
Yet the "Dark Moon" once again displayed its authority of creating something out of nothing, deeply shaking them once more.
Clearly an empty weapon, yet capable of unleashing such an attack. For a moment, excluding Simon, the other two halted in their tracks, their gazes following the Frost Spear as it whistled through the air.
The spear only flew a few meters before seemingly hitting an invisible target, perfectly within the range of its shot.
The clarity of the shattering sound was followed by the spear breaking inch by inch, white frost spreading forth.
At the same moment, two more holes appeared on Fu Qian's body.
The opponent seemed to still have strength left for retaliation.
However, even so, the increasingly dense mist mingled with white frost revealed no suspicious outlines.
