Ren Feifan was engulfed by the creeping ice! In the end, it even gradually spread to his legs, forming two pillars of ice!
He was astonished to find that although the opponent's strength had weakened slightly, it had not diminished to a terrifying extent!
Could it be that the opponent had already healed that wound through some means?
The Storage Ring was here, how could he treat himself?
This was a point of suspicion.
Seeing that the character "death" was about to fall!
Ren Feifan broke free from the ice, stepped down firmly, and the surrounding ice shattered completely! At the same time, he gripped the Ancient Dust Sword tightly!
"Ancient Sword Art, the second move—Sword Dance Desert Spirit!"
As his voice fell, Ren Feifan tapped a few times in the air and leaped forward!
The next second, the Ancient Dust Sword in his hand danced incessantly in the air, even gathering into a character!
"Spirit!"
