_Bam--_
Zhao Feng’s palm howled with wind and ice. There was a faint glow to it full of a bone-chilling cold.
Next to him, Tian Yunzhi and Liu Qinxin stared behind Zhao Feng with stunned expressions.
When Zhao Feng activated his bloodline power, a blurry icy blue figure had appeared behind him. It looked like a god from the ancient era.
The charging Prince Jin could only take this hit from Zhao Feng head on.
_Peng!_
Lightning arcs flew everywhere and the glow of light exploded as it enveloped Prince Jin.
_Wah!_
Prince Jin spat out a mouthful of blood, but it froze in his mouth. Even with his terrifying attributes, a chilling coldness spread across his body, causing his teeth to chatter.
“Damn it!” Prince Jin was now more injured than before and his blood was freezing. Even his bloodline and Qi of True Spirit showed signs of freezing. Circulating them was already extremely hard.
