But at the same time as he retreated, Yang Hui kept waving the blood mist ice sword in his hand, and puffs of ice fog formed instantly.

Yang Mang was naturally paying attention to the battle in the audience, but when the blood mist ice sword in Yang Hui's hand swung out clouds of ice mist, a layer of cold sweat appeared on Yang Mang's back unconsciously, as if he had been burned by red flame insects.

The wound began to hurt faintly.

If you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years.

However, Yang Mang quickly suppressed the fear in his heart and turned it into deep hatred.

The ice fog on the stage was getting thicker and thicker, and Jing Lanqing frowned slightly, obviously not thinking that Yang Hui's actions were of much use, and with limited pupil power, using pupil techniques to attack the opponent was the only way to go.

But after all, Jing Lanqing didn't understand the situation, let alone the psychological warfare Yang Hui was using at this moment.

Sure enough, when he reached the edge of the ice fog and was about to step into the ice fog, Yang Sui hesitated.

To enter or not to enter?

The last time Yang Sui was injured by Yang Hui's ice mist was still vivid in his mind. Yang Sui couldn't imagine why Yang Hui could release such a powerful attack power when his pupil power was completely lower than his own.
Chapter completed!