Zhou Heng let out a fierce shout, going all out in this moment.
Nine Nether Ice Heaven Jue!
He formed a layer of ice over his body. Although it was only at the Heaven-Opening Realm level, he now had to exert all his strength.
Hisss hisss hisss!
Flames engulfed him, and the ice layer didn't even have time to melt into water before it directly vaporized, creating streaks of white mist that floated past the corners of Zhou Heng's mouth and his hairline.
This ice layer, which could even slightly hinder an expert of the Mountains and Rivers Realm, was utterly useless in the face of nature's mighty power. It disappeared in an instant, but Zhou Heng spared no Spiritual Power in desperately cycling it—melting and forming repeatedly, always enveloping himself and Han Yiyao.
His Brutal Strength was far greater than his Spiritual Power now, and no Martial Arts Techniques were as powerful as his direct punches and sword swings. Thus, running out of Spiritual Power was not a problem.
