At this moment, the duel between Shi Feiyang and the black-clad leader had reached a fever pitch.
Shi Feiyang's gaze was as resolute as iron, akin to an eternal star in the cold night, exuding a determined fighting spirit, as though it could pierce through the black-clad leader's defenses. He gave it his all, channeling the Bright Jade Technique, and in an instant, a dense layer of white mist enveloped his entire body.
This mist was far from ordinary; it carried a bone-chilling coldness, as if it came from deep within an ice cellar. It rustled, carrying a trembling cold aura. The surrounding air instantly froze, forming a thin, crystalline frost, which rapidly spread along the ground and stone walls at a speed visible to the naked eye, crackling as it expanded.
