An individual has twenty jin of Desolate Power.
It may not seem like much, but calling it little would definitely be an understatement.
Moreover, the powerhouses of each faction cannot be certain that the Sect will definitely use Desolate Power to save them.
"Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!"
Just as everyone was silent, contemplating the pros and cons.
Suddenly, a crisp sound reached everyone's ears.
"Ah! My... my body..."
A scream erupted. A Sacred Land Elder's face was filled with panic, as a layer of frost condensed on his body.
In the blink of an eye, it covered half of his body.
Everyone who saw this immediately changed their expressions and retreated, not daring to come close, as if afraid of being implicated.
"Bang!"
In just a few breaths, the person turned into an ice sculpture, frozen on the spot, and fell backward, shattering into pieces.
This manner of death could only be described as tragic beyond belief.
"Alas..."
