The sound of "crackling" resonated loudly as silver threads latched onto the ice wall. Instantly, a honeycomb-like array of tiny holes appeared, densely packed and riddled with holes, looking as if it was about to be destroyed.
Han Li, seeing this, remained silent but flicked his hand, casting an incantation toward the front.
Purple light continuously flowed on the ice wall, releasing astonishing cold air. Not only did the damaged areas quickly recover to their original state, but the originally rampaging silver threads were also encased in a thick layer of purple ice, instantly freezing them so they couldn't budge at all.
Not only that, but the cold air also transformed into purple ice flames in a blink of an eye, spreading rapidly along the silver threads toward the embroidered cloth Daoist paper talisman like countless thin purple serpents viciously striking.
The silver-robed woman's face changed.
"What kind of Cultivation Technique is this, to be so formidable?"
