Ma Fulin, who had been impaled through the brow by a silver-white spear that exited through the back of his head, viciously arched backward.
His eyes bulged, his mouth wide open, his face exhibiting utmost shock and disbelief.
The next instant, all the ice crystal spikes surrounding Ma Fulin shattered, and he extricated himself from the icy imprisonment, spreading his arms and silently mouthing something.
A strange spell fluctuation emanated from him, and within the Frost Domain, the black ice incarcerating the ghosts cracked open one after another...
At the same time, Ma Fulin's body began to crumble like a mud doll dried and cracked from the fierce sun, with flesh and skin quickly splitting apart, revealing gaps the size of a baby's mouth. From these gaps shot intense black beams, as if something was struggling to break free from within him.
