As he faced the 12 turbulent beams of white light, Luo Yunyang decided not to dodge. Instead, he lifted his right arm up and pushed forward.
As soon as he made this move, an immense chill permeated the sky. The light beams froze within the ice immediately.
Even when the turbulent white glows stagnated, they still seemed to be struggling to break out. Luo Yunyang's left fist suddenly punched the huge layer of ice hard.
When some golden-red flames bombarded the ice, it shattered into countless ice and fire shards that formed a whirlwind that surged towards the 13 Bitter Cultivators.
The 13 Bitter Cultivators didn't seem surprised that their attacks had failed, as they knew very well that they weren't facing an ordinary martialist, but an ultimate powerhouse.
As the ice and fire whirlwind picked up, the 13 of them didn't even budge. When they waved the stone rods in their hands lightly, a white light linked the 13 of them together.
