Blood-red surged into the palm, coating the sword blade in an orange glow, and Yang Yu slashed towards Tian Hanxue's chest.
As the sword blade drew closer to Tian Hanxue's chest, she was still in a rigid state from releasing the , when suddenly, a yellow light from afar rushed towards Yang Yu.
Yang Yu sensed the incoming skill and used the combined with to dodge.
Unexpectedly, the yellow light didn't pass straight by Yang Yu but swayed following his movements, striking him forcefully.
In an instant, Yang Yu was enveloped in yellow light, frozen in mid-air.
Tian Hanxue's figure became ethereal and within moments reached the edge of the icicle, her clogs kicked onto the ice, propelling her with the howling snow into the air.
"You've seen through many of my skills.
I suddenly escaped, so you should have a countermeasure, right?
Let me guess, it's those thorns that materialize out of thin air?
