"Ha!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Ha!"
"Ah!"
...
Roars and explosions echoed continuously in the expansive ice snow space, with the world constantly shaking. Once it calmed down, it quivered and resonated again under the violent booming sound.
Shi Feng tightly gripped the pallid Divine Coffin, charging upwards repeatedly, swinging the coffin and crashing fiercely with the Ice Desolate Mirror again and again, and his figure plunged down time after time.
By now, the collisions between the Divine Coffin and the Ice Desolate Mirror had reached eleven times!
The Ice Man, who had full confidence in himself and looked down on Shi Feng, grew more and more alarmed as he manipulated the Ice Desolate Mirror to collide with the Divine Coffin.
Originally, he believed that under the tremor of such a mighty collision force, that boy carrying the coffin should have reached his limit after five shocks.
