Mulholland Drive forwent his imposing aura, and the formless, icy chill emanating from him grew even more piercing. It kicked up a frigid wind that shot straight for Wang Meng!
"Ice Red Chaotic World!" With a low cry, Mulholland Drive pointed a finger, using it as a sword. He attacked the space between Wang Meng's eyebrows with the Chaotic Ice Sword, layer upon layer of sword light stacking upon itself. In an instant, it was as if the entire bamboo forest had vanished, leaving only swirling ice and snow. Each snowflake was a glint of sword light!
Wang Meng smiled. His figure, which had been flickering continuously, suddenly stood perfectly still. In that moment, the thousands of swirling snowflakes condensed into a single point, stabbing toward him like a meteor from beyond the heavens!
TING!
A soft chime rang out!
Wang Meng also pointed a finger. In a flash, the bamboo forest reappeared, and Wang Meng shot back five steps!
