His hair snowy white and his orbs blue, a one-arm figure in white.
Who else could it be but Bai Ning Bing?
Before the ice blade touched his body, Fang Yuan could feel a cold eerie feeling assaulting him from behind like a comet striking the earth, full of cold killing intent.
Fang Yuan's irises were black in contrast, unmoving in danger, leaping backwards and injecting primeval essence into the Sky Canopy Gu, creating a white armor to protect himself.
Bam! The iceblade struck the ground heavily, and at that instance a bunch of white icicles grew from the ground, erupting upwards.
Swoosh!!
The sharp icicles stabbed upwards at the direction Fang Yuan was retreating towards, creating an icy path.
Fang Yuan easily somersaulted and avoided them.
The mountain path was narrow, so he slid down towards the valley along the edges.
