Zhang Chi's current state was between panic and calm.
Panic, because he was afraid that their shenanigans would eventually squander their advantage.
Calm, because it was based on Zhang Chi's most basic trust in them.
Trust was mutual; they all firmly believed in Zhang Chi, hence following his commands and maneuvers, and naturally, Zhang Chi also trusted them to carry out the most crucial matters.
The situation seemingly on the verge of capsizing, no wonder Zhang Chi felt uneasy.
However, the Snow Mountain God did not let Zhang Chi down. She controlled the Hand of the Heavens for half an hour with a method akin to pummeling with rain and whipping with wind, while also freezing it. Meanwhile, despite her half-day effort, she was unable to blow away the Hand of the Heavens' blood mist.
