The already heavily wounded, critically endangered Yan Su emitted an aura akin to a forbidden force, becoming the center of the heavens and earth, with everything around him dimming into obscurity.
"What... is happening?"
Not far away, Zuo Zhushan's heart raced wildly, and his blood nearly froze.
The opponent actually had such a formidable trump card, and he had thought of dealing with Yan Su earlier.
The others were also taken aback, their bones chilled and hairs standing on end, not knowing what was happening.
"Kill!"
"Stop him."
The clown's trio of puppets charged towards Yan Su, filled with murderous intent.
Meanwhile, the clown himself retreated backward.
"All of you, die!"
Yan Su's face was filled with malice, a layer of black cold light swirling around the index finger of his left hand, pointing forward.
In the next instant, a freezing power that could freeze everything spread out, the black ice freezing everything, even the void was frozen, cold and eerie.
Boom!
