As the exquisite mist descended, frost followed, freezing the battlefield in the giant hall.
Jian Wushuang, who was fighting with the two Grand Yan Immortals, felt the temperature around him drop sharply. It was as if he had fallen into an endless cold cave, which was extremely cold.
The two Grand Yan Immortals who were in the air were also frozen in the air at this moment.
Jian Wushuang could not withstand the force and punched out.
The two frozen Grand Yan Immortals were directly blasted into countless ice crystals that scattered all over the ground.
Ding, ding, ding-
The crisp ice crystals fell to the ground, and the giant hall fell into dead silence again.
Out of the three Grand Yan Immortals who had fought, only one was left and it was unknown whether he was still alive or not.
Jian Wushuang looked at Bian Ziyuan calmly as he threw the ice crystals off his palm.
