In this mysterious and spiritually rich land of Tushan, a thrilling conflict was unfolding. Chuxuan's eyes were vacant and devoid of light, as if controlled by some malevolent force, and his body was moving uncontrollably, launching wave after wave of fierce attacks against Tushan Yaya. His form was as swift as a ghost, every strike accompanied by a roaring wind, fists and legs intertwining to send sand and stones flying across the ground.
Tushan Yaya, the formidable guardian of Tushan, stood proudly upright. Facing Chuxuan's tidal wave of assaults, her expression remained as calm as still water, completely devoid of panic. Her sharp eyes locked onto Chuxuan's movements, her footsteps shifting lightly as if dancing a silent dance. Every evasion was executed to absolute perfection, making it impossible for Chuxuan's attacks to even brush the hem of her clothes.
"This ends now!" Tushan Yaya's cold voice suddenly rose, ringing out like a great bell through every corner of Tushan and startling the birds in the mountain forest into soaring upward with beating wings. As she spoke, a flash of freezing light crossed her eyes, and a tangible, icy killing intent instantly permeated the air. Raising her slender hand, the space before her began to twist violently as wisps of chill converged from all directions. In an instant, countless icicles formed out of thin air, crystal clear with cold blue light flashing at their tips, emitting a bone-chilling aura. These were no ordinary icicles…
Chapter 319