Qiao Mu squinted her eyes, and a powerful mystic energy erupted around her. In that instant, the ice wall closest to Wu Yanzhen suddenly transformed into a flurry of six-cornered snowflakes.
When Wu Yanzhen, still clutching her throat, turned her head around stiffly, she saw flakes of whirling snow simultaneously flying into the air.
This scene truly made one apprehensive.
What kind of control did she have over the water spirit?
Qiao Mu lightly raised a small hand and slightly pushed forward with her palm.
Subsequently, all the six-cornered snowflakes spun and fluttered in the whipping wind, skirting the air like a dancing and singing fairy. Then, in the blink of an eye, they simultaneously swamped Wu Yanzhen.
With a whoosh, a large mass of snowflakes whisked around Wu Yanzhen, giving her body innumerable swishing cuts.
