Mo Li subconsciously let out a wild howl, soaring into the skies, as the ice and snow around him condensed into a familiar long spear. As the spear danced in the air, powered by the energy of the formation plate, it transformed into an unbreakable wall that blocked An Jing's ferocious slash.
In the city center, the fierce wind howled and steel clashed. The Tyrant Sea Blade collided with the frost spear formed from the formation plate's power, creating a fountain-like spray of ice shards and cold air, mixed with the sharpness of blade light, sweeping through the nearby streets.
In less than a blink of an eye, An Jing had already exchanged several rounds with Mo Li. The turbulence stirred up dust and frost, forming a drifting cloud of snow in the center of the city.
