Because of Feng Luo’s reminder, Nie Tian paid a lot more attention to the incoming blood-colored ice shards, and tried his best to avoid absorbing them into his chaotic magnetic field.

However, Zhao Mo didn’t plan to let him off so easily.

From where he was standing, a distance away from Nie Tian, he once again operated his spiritual incantation to stimulate the frost power within the remaining flying ice shards.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The whizzing, scarlet ice shards instantly sped up, turning into red meteors as they plummeted towards him.

Meanwhile, Zhao Mo snorted coldly. “Freeze!” Then, the thick frost mist that had wreathed him also abruptly rushed towards Nie Tian.

CRACKLE!

An unusual noise came through from the sky when the thick and cold mist whizzed through the air, as if even the air were freezing up.

The cold mist stopped right between Nie Tian and Zhao Mo, creating an enormous shield.

Nie Tian, on the other hand, didn’t have even the slightest intention of avoiding it.

He instantly entered...