"Ice Lotus Pill! Freeze!"

Du Fei gazed at Yang Zheng's retreating figure, a faint smile emerging at the corner of his mouth. Subsequently, his left hand slowly reached out, then gently clenched!

"Crack—"

As the sound fell, countless cold winds howled out of the suspended Ice Lotus Pill in mid-air. Along with the whistling winds, huge chunks of ice emerged between heaven and earth in the blink of an eye, countering the compression of this space ...