The Myriad Immortals Alliance's Wu moved with extraordinary skill, his attack vast and overwhelming in its momentum.

The Five Elders Council's representative was no easy opponent, however. It was not the green-robed youth from before, but a gaunt, middle-aged cultivator with a stern face and an aura saturated with killing intent.

Silver streaks rained down around him in a continuous barrage, yet each was effortlessly neutralized by currents of pale, ashen energy swirling about his frame.

"Ice." The word left the gaunt cultivator's lips in a cold, detached voice.

Before the sound had fully faded, Li Fan watched the space surrounding the man seem to freeze solid.

A biting, bone-deep cold radiated outward from the cultivator himself, spreading in all directions. 

It was as though time itself...