Chen Xiaofei suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold wash over him, as if the entire world had been frozen solid. He found his body growing gradually stiffer, every inch of his skin and every bone seemingly on the verge of freezing.
The Internal Energy in his meridians was like a traveler trapped in a quagmire; its once-smooth and effortless circulation had now become exceptionally sluggish.
Jī Kūn stared at Chen Xiaofei with a gloomy expression. Perhaps still harboring a shred of wariness toward him, he did not rashly step forward, but instead stood firmly in place, relentlessly swinging the Ice Soul Sword in his hand.
Chapter 283