The cold, piercing black mist rolled out like waves. The chill not only affected the body, but caused the soul to quiver as well. It was devastatingly powerful.
Seeing his attack was effective, Kuang Lianqiu burst out laughing. He waved the Mystic Yin Mirror in his hand at the troops charging towards him. Once he was done dealing with them, he would quickly eliminate the ones coming from the sides as well.
After being frozen, the sudden drop in momentum caused Sikong Wuwei and the others to immediately collapse together with their steeds. Of about two hundred men, not a single one escaped as they crashed to the ground and lay there frozen stiff. Both them and their mounts were covered in white frost, with black mist rising from their bodies as the frost slowly dissipated under the sun. It was a peculiar sight to behold.
