Shun, despite his disdain for Lan Bingxue's attack, found himself impressed by her control over the Ice Law. The ice crystals, though small, were imbued with a chilling power that threatened to freeze his very essence. He weaved and dodged, his movements fluid and unpredictable, narrowly avoiding the deadly projectiles.
Lan Bingxue, her expression calm and composed, maintained a steady barrage of ice crystals, her attacks relentless, her aim precise. She channeled her divine energy, her God Mark of the Ice Phoenix illuminating her form with a brilliant blue light.
"Ice Phoenix Divine Art: Winter's Grasp!" she declared, her voice echoing through the frozen wasteland.
Scree—
A colossal ice phoenix materialized behind her, its wings outstretched, its eyes blazing with icy fire. The phoenix swooped down, its talons reaching for Shun, its beak aimed at his heart.
