In an instant, ice shards flew, and extreme cold arose again.
Zhao Changhe, even with the space shielding, could feel his soul freezing and his thoughts slowing down. It seemed Han Chi's active skills were far more outrageous than the cold environment outside.
He swiftly swung the Dragon Sparrow, slicing through the chaotic ice shards, and directly slashed down at Han Chi's forehead.
"Hehe..." Han Chi suddenly transformed into human form and freed himself from the chains of ice shards. The Mystic Ice-formed hand grabbed the Dragon Sparrow blade, preventing it from slashing down, fully blocking it with one hand.
Ying Wu swung a punch from the side; it seemed ordinary.
Han Chi let out a "Eh" sound, twisting his body slightly. Ying Wu's fist power brushed past him. What seemed like an ordinary punch created a large hole in the nearby icy wall without a sound.
