Just as Ling Feng thought Qiao Ruohe had died at his hands and was feeling triumphant, he carelessly forgot that since Qiao Ruohe possessed the art of the Eighteen Transformations, he was also a Form Manifestation cultivator.
The butterfly gripped in Ling Feng's palm was merely a clone transformed by Qiao Ruohe. All he had crushed was the clone's spiritual power, while Qiao Ruohe's true body had transformed into a tiny golden cicada, fluttering its minuscule wings at the edge of the Ice Wheel's barrier.
In an instant, Ling Feng felt a pale red, light-and-fire-like barrier form around his body. He brandished the ice spear in his hand and thrust it into the thin light, piercing straight through without the slightest resistance. Yet, just as a curse formed in his lips, his robust arms suddenly seized up, holding the Ice Divine Spear back.
Chapter 247