The cold Ice Field stretched infinitely, a vast expanse of bone-chilling white.
Ye Fan's face radiated a bright smile, like a ray of warm sunshine amidst the swirling snow.
But in Jiang Yichen's eyes, this was terrifying beyond measure. His heart filled with fear, and even in the bitter cold, his whole body broke out in a sweat.
The other party wanted to eliminate him, and on this desolate Ice Field, no one could save him. Even an extraordinary status was useless here.
"BUZZ."
The void shook violently as Jiang Yichen summoned a Sky Gathering Parasol. Once opened, it resembled a personal firmament, pressing down towards Ye Fan.
Ye Fan moved with calm composure, stepping forward as if he hadn't seen the black Demon Umbrella, advancing directly towards Jiang Yichen.
"CRASH."
Just as the black Sky Gathering Parasol neared, Ye Fan raised a golden hand and struck towards the sky. The dark clouds shattered, and the Demon Umbrella was reduced to fragments.
