The ice spear sliced across the sky, leaving a white trail, swiftly met by the giant hand. Instead of shattering on impact as the flame short spear had, it broke through the outer layer of defense, stabbing into the palm of the hand.
Then, "crackling" sounds echoed high in the sky, a layer of white chillness spreading from the ice spear at the center, enveloping the black giant hand.
But the black giant hand simply swirled with green ghost flame on its surface and swept away all the chillness, continuing to slowly press down without hesitation.
Seeing this, Shen Luo's face turned ashen. He knew that he was again on the brink of death. And with the terrifying strength of the Black Mountain Old Demon, even if he was to resurrect again, the hope of escape seemed extremely slim.
