She was keenly aware that Lin Ye was nothing like Lu Jiuxiao, a brute-force opponent she could defeat with composure.
His ghostly, near-teleportation speed had to be completely restricted the very instant the battle began.
Just as this thought crossed her mind, Lin Ye suddenly felt a bone-deep chill.
Although the countdown hadn't finished, the surrounding air temperature began to plummet at a terrifying rate.
In a single instant, a visible plume of white breath escaped Lin Ye's lips, and a layer of frost, visible to the naked eye, rapidly formed on the surface of the metal arena beneath his feet.
At the same time, a vast and chilling domain radiated out from Wei Shuying like a ripple, instantly blanketing the entire arena.
This was the mark of a level-three elemental Martial Arts Spirituality: the ability to form one's own domain!
It completely transformed the battlefield into her home turf, ceaselessly weakening her enemy while strengthening herself.
