It left a huge Blizzard in its wake, howling and sweeping across the courtyard.
As soon as the talisman paper was torn off by the ice Dragon, the spiritual light on the paper quickly dimmed. The bloody corpses that had gathered in the surroundings suddenly had no choice but to let out several unwilling roars. Finally, one by one, they were shattered by the ice storm and turned into several Yin Qi that scattered.
Song qingxiao looked up. The Golden Palm had been fighting the ice Dragon for a long time, and its power had been exhausted. She grabbed at the air.
The large palm was instantly crushed by her grip. With a 'Hong' sound, it dispersed and turned into a piece of talisman paper that was flashing with golden light. It floated down and was caught in her palm.
