In tandem with his pyromancy, the clash of ice and fire left the thieving star lord either dead or, at the very least, flayed of a layer of skin.
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"Ice Soul Divine Light!"
"Triple Dragon Divine Fire Barrier!"
Upon the tumultuous arena, between heaven and earth, True Monarch Bingyang's face, pale and beardless, bore an exceptional air of elegance.
As he tangled in battle with Yi Chen, a hint of helplessness fleetingly crossed True Monarch Bingyang's eyes, followed swiftly by a steely determination. Abruptly, an ice-patterned vertical pupil emerged on his forehead, emitting a stream of white light from its center that shot towards Yi Chen's robust purple-gold figure.
Suddenly, a massive chunk of ice plummeted onto the stage, and at the same moment, from within the broad sleeves of True Monarch Bingyang flew a fiery-red glazed miniature bowl. The bowl expanded with the wind, transforming into a fiery barrier that enveloped Yi Chen's form and immediately trapped him.
