"I'm almost out of spiritual energy," Wang Ming frowned, realizing he was about to use his sword technique but stopped midway upon noticing his insufficient reserves.
"In that case," Wang Ming muttered, his gaze shifting from the ice army to Bai Lingxi, who was seated on the throne.
"Immortal's Gaze," Wang Ming whispered, activating a weakened version of his pupil technique to avoid causing significant harm to Bai Lingxi.
He watched as Bai Lingxi fell from the throne to the ground, and her ice army collapsed instantly.
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"What happened?" Bai Lingxi asked while still kneeling as Wang Ming stood in front of her. Moments ago, she had been on the verge of victory, but the next moment, an overwhelming pressure had plunged her to the ground. A lingering fear gnawed at her, stemming from the intensity of the pressure. She trusted Wang Ming wouldn't kill her, but the feeling of being so close to death left her uneasy.
