Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

Aiacos was like an evil overlord in the darkness, standing firmly in the raging dark whirlwind. The arrogance and disdain on his face became more and more intense. The sneer seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with endless arrogance and ridicule: "Let's see if my Soul Devouring Storm can devour your Ghost Dance, hahahaha."

This laughter was like a sharp thorn, piercing through the howling of the storm, and echoing wantonly throughout the dark and gloomy battlefield, making everyone who heard it feel a chill in their hearts, as if the laughter contained some kind of magic that could corrode the soul.

The soul-devouring storm seemed to be injected with endless evil power, and became more and more violent, like a giant beast that had broken out of the abyss and was completely out of control, raging with fangs and claws, and its huge body spread rapidly, covering the entire sky in the blink of an eye.

Wherever it passed, the dark clouds were shattered and the sky became darker, as if even the light was afraid of this dark force and retreated away.

Countless clones of the Death Eyes, each with a grim expression, held fierce whips in hand, fearlessly whipped at the storm that devoured the sky and the earth. Every time the whip fell, it brought with it a flash of dim light, which was like a ghost fire from the netherworld, flashing a strange and mysterious light, as if protesting against the soul-devouring storm, vowing to compete with it.

However, the storm seemed to have an endless suction force, like a bottomless black hole. As soon as the clones touched the edge of the storm, they were ruthlessly swallowed up in an instant, without even a chance to struggle. They dissipated in the darkness like bubbles, without even a trace left, as if those clones had never appeared in this world from beginning to end.

Han Fenglin witnessed this scene, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He immediately activated the Breaking Extreme Technique without hesitation, and burst into an earth-shaking roar: "Ice, Endless Realm."

In an instant, an extremely cold force that seemed to come from an ancient ice field and could freeze everything burst out from his body. The force was like a surging tide, instantly enveloping him completely.

In the blink of an eye, he seemed to have merged with the icy force, emitting a biting coldness all over his body. It was as if he had become the master of this icy world and could control the endless coldness with every move he made.

Even if the ice showed signs of breaking, even if the broken ice flakes flew everywhere, in the blink of an eye, they would condense again as if pulled by a mysterious force and return to complete and seamless ice.

Even if the ice encounters the scorching heat and begins to melt slowly, leaving crystal clear water droplets, a stronger low-temperature force will quickly spread, and those water droplets will instantly recondense and return to their original hard, bitingly cold state, as if there is no power in the world that can break this icy cycle.

As Han Fenglin performed this unique skill, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen instantly. The originally flowing air seemed to have turned into tangible ice spikes, standing still in mid-air.

The temperature of the entire sky dropped sharply, and the chill seemed to have life, turning into countless cold tentacles, spreading in all directions. Wherever it went, whether it was the sand on the ground or the dust floating in the air, it was quickly enveloped by the chill, as if covered by a layer of frost armor. People would shiver even if they were just slightly close to this area, and the chill seemed to penetrate the bone marrow directly, freezing people from the inside out.

Even the raging and howling gale, after being touched by the cold, seemed to be cast under a spell and became a little slower. The whistling sound also gradually became lower, as if it had lost its arrogance in the face of this icy force.

Han Fenglinlin gathered his strength again and shouted loudly like a huge bell: "The Frost Ice Sword is cracked!" As he spoke, his hands, which were already tightly gripping the Silver Flame Sword, unconsciously increased their strength. Veins on his arms bulged, showing his concentration and determination at the moment.

The blade of the Silver Flame Sword was instantly covered with a thick layer of frost. The frost was crystal clear, and each piece of ice crystal reflected a cold light, as if it was condensed from the purest cold in the world, yet it exuded a chilling cold breath. Just looking at the frost, one could feel as if they were in an ice cellar, feeling the biting cold, as if even the soul would be frozen by the cold.

Then, Han Fenglin swung his sword forward fiercely, and an ice-blue sword energy shot out at lightning speed like an ice arrow that had broken free from its reins. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air instantly condensed into frost, and the originally invisible air seemed to be covered by a layer of white gauze, quickly turning into a white world.

The ground froze rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Lines of ice spread rapidly into the distance like winding silver snakes. The ice lines became more and more numerous and dense, and in the blink of an eye they were intertwined together, as if an exquisitely beautiful yet endlessly cold ice painting was slowly unfolding on the vast land, making people sigh at the magic and horror of the icy power.

Holding the Silver Flame Sword in his hand, Han Fenglin's eyes shone with a resolute light, which was like the brightest cold star in the night sky. He seemed to pour all his strength into the sword without reservation. With the infusion of strength, the coldness of the Silver Flame Sword became more and more overflowing, and the originally cold light became more dazzling, flickering like stars, as if the sword had become a carrier of icy power, emitting a chilling breath that could change the color of the world.

He shouted again and rushed towards Minos like lightning. His speed was so fast that he left a trail of ice-blue afterimages in the air. Those afterimages floated in the air like ghosts and did not dissipate for a long time, as if telling of the swiftness and determination of this charge.

The moment he approached Minos, he raised the Silver Flame Sword high up, the muscles in his arms were taut, as hard as steel, and then he swung it with all his might, once again unleashing the astonishingly powerful Frost Sword. The momentum was so overwhelming that it seemed as if all obstacles in front of him would be shattered by this icy blade. Even the surrounding space seemed to tremble slightly because of this powerful force.

The sword energy carried the icy force of destruction, like a roaring ice beast, and attacked Minos fiercely. When the sword energy hit the target, the powerful icy force instantly exploded. At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world had pressed the pause button at this moment, and everything was still. Only the endless cold was raging and roaring, as if it wanted to freeze everything in the world in this eternal cold.