Bai Yunru employed his superior control over ice to reclaim command over his own qi. Frost enveloped him from head to toe, though his high resistance to subzero temperatures didn't prepare him for this peculiar sensation. It wasn't pure cold; instead, it carried an essence of negative energy that mimicked coldness but lacked true frigidity.
Afanzo cracked his neck and reacquainted himself with his limbs. For a brief moment, he believed he had lost, but now he felt invincible. A smile spread across his face as he retrieved his spear from the void, twirling it around his fingertips before darting forward. Behind him, a trail of glistening blue water mixed with gold followed his movements. He swung his spear at Bai Yunru.
Shock stained Bai Yunru's face as he wondered how the man remained unscathed, without a single scratch. Forcing himself to draw his blade once more, he pointed it at Afanzo.
