Su Jinhuan gripped the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, shielding the Shennong Ding and the Kongtong Seal behind her. She could feel the divine artifacts trembling in her hands, as if they were warning of an impending crisis.
The dark shadow swooped down, carrying with it a bone-chilling cold and a thick, evil aura. Instantly, spiderweb-like cracks of ice spread across the ground, and the ice beneath the disciples' feet groaned under the strain.
"Form the Mystic Ice Formation!" Su Jinhuan shouted. The disciples skilled in ice spells quickly encircled her. Cold energy surged from their fingertips, erecting three crystal-clear ice walls around the group.
Chapter 151