The blade of light wrapped in frost doubled in number within a few breaths.
By then, Annan had keenly detected its transformation mechanism, but for the moment, he couldn't think of how to break it.
He could only continue to intercept and shatter the incoming ice swords with the Wheel of Frost in his hands. However, when the number of ice swords increased to over fifty, Annan began to feel significant pressure. Wounds started to appear on his body, and before the blood could seep out, it froze.
At this time, the Twisted quietly pointed his free left palm towards Annan, without making a sound.
Annad had just cleaved seven or eight ice swords in half with a sweep of the Wheel of Frost while retreating.
But after that, these shattered ice swords did not turn into double the number of new light swords.
Instead, they suddenly melted midair into a faint mist.
After that, Annan suddenly smelled an odd fragrance.
It was like boiling roses... emitting a warm, thick, rich aroma.
