When the ice met the fire, it turned into a white mist. As far as the eye could see, the Meru space was a vast white.
The speed at which Ling Chuxi's meridians were frozen had slowed down slightly, but it was only a slight decrease. The extreme cold Qi was still gushing out continuously, while the flames on the bodies of the little Phoenix and the red flame Golden Phoenix were getting weaker and weaker. It was estimated that they would not be able to hold on for long. More than half of the glazed gold mystical beast's huge figure had turned white, like a huge ice sculpture hanging in the air.
"We're in big trouble this time!" Ling Chuxi sighed bitterly in her heart. There was nothing she could do, but she could only try her best to circulate her vital Qi and let it flow through her meridians that had not completely frozen into ice to slow down the speed of her human-shaped ice popsicle transformation. This was the only thing she could do.
