Cold sweat burst out on Little White Tiger as it jumped over to one side to hide.
The ax couldn't reach them but it split the thick, ten-meter-thick ice under their feet clean into two.
A giant crack cut through the boundless ice beneath their feet, splitting apart the ground as if the axe was slicing into warmed butter. Piercingly-cold water burst through the cracks then instantly froze into pillars crossing the gaps in the ice.
With a loud roar, the troll stepped forward. The moment the ground moved, another loud crack sounded from the ice.
Even though the beast was extremely powerful, it moved slowly, its large frame making his movements dull and clumsy. But even if that was the case, Ye Qingtang didn't dare relax for a single minute.
With the troll's strength, Little White Tiger and her would become mincemeat if they even took a single blow from it.
