Zhou Yu felt a sudden cold wave assault him as he spoke, and the fog covering the Yangtze River instantly turned into frost. Even the sky, thick with fog, began to ice over and snow flurries of ice particles started to fall. The unprepared Zhou Yu's Navy even felt their bodies becoming less agile in that moment.
"It's all up to you now!" Zhuge Liang abruptly sensed impending doom and decisively stopped using his Spiritual Talent. His face turned somewhat pale, but he did not feel his life draining away as he had expected. He then leaned on the railing of the ship and laughed loudly.
"This feeling." Chen Xi wrapped himself with spiritual power and reached out to the slowly falling ice flowers from the sky, for the first time feeling that this power should not belong to this era. If one called it Summoning Wind and Rain, then was this midsummer blizzard of ice and snow really a normal power?
