The mechanical giant sword emitting a golden blue glow had already been raised, electrical arcs bursting forth,
Bai Ye's heart turned cold, it was too late to grab a weapon, and he couldn't dodge.
Clang!
Between the flash of lightning and the spark of flint, Duke Bai Ye's left hand suddenly transformed into a cold ice crystal, the whole arm incredibly twisted across his body.
Thereafter, his other hand exuded coldness, rapidly lowering the temperature, attempting to block the enemy's attack.
At the same time, layers of chilling fog swirled around him, expanding like a tangible suit of silver armor for him to don.
Just by blocking this one strike, he could then draw his weapon and counterattack.
This person was too fast, but he didn't believe the opponent's lethality was still that astonishing!
Crack!
Like being struck by thunder, Duke Bai Ye's eyes suddenly filled with a crimson hue, his heart pounding wildly.
