Crack—
The Mirror Glacial Wall quiverd under the force of the Yin-Yang slash. In the next instant, fractures spiderwebbed through its surface, and a crystalline wail echoed like the death cry of an ancient frost spirit.
Then—
Boom!
The wall shattered completely, exploding into a storm of glimmering frost fragments. Ice shards rained down like falling stars.
But even as the wall was destroyed, the Yin-Yang Mirror Slash finally dimmed and dispersed into motes of black and white qi.
Wu Shu staggered back a step, the glow of his spiritual armor sputtering like a dying flame. The intricate runes etched into its surface flickered wildly—its protective essence nearing collapse.
His jaw clenched, teeth grinding with fury. A storm brewed in his eyes.
He could no longer endure this humiliation.
"You… forcing me to go this far?"
He slashed the air with his palm, and a roar tore through the sky.
"Heaven-Cleaving Ice Blade!"
