Chang Bai's eyes were fixed on the retreating figure of Lin Chen with anger, and he roared loudly. Then, above his palms, the Power of Cold Ice that had defeated Ouyang Xuan before emerged once again.
"Lin Chen, I have no time to play with you anymore. The farce is over, go to hell."
In Chang Bai's eyes shone an icy murderous intent, and he gripped the sword in his hand tightly.
In an instant, with the enhancement of the Power of Cold Ice in his hands, the sword in Chang Bai's grip was gradually enveloped by the cold aura.
At that moment, wave after wave of Cold Ice Sword Qi was unleashed by Chang Bai, immediately sealing off the path of escape in front of Lin Chen.
Seeing this, Lin Chen's flying figure suddenly paused.
"Power of Cold Ice?"
Lin Chen hadn't expected that Chang Bai would possess such talent that he could wield two Great Dao Powers.
"Indeed, it should end now."
Whiz, whiz—
Arrow after arrow was shot by Lin Chen towards Chang Bai.
Whoosh, whoosh—
