Zong Ling glanced around, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he held the sword in front of him with his right hand, "Ice Age, Seal". A puff of icy air came out of the sword in his hand, and the temperature in the air suddenly dropped rapidly, and the dark space instantly turned into a freezing point.

The vines surrounding Long Yu quickly retreated and entered the ice one by one. Long Yu fell down, supported himself on the ground with his left hand, and ...