"bang!"
the purple demon's projection was fifty meters tall in the snow.
it was very thin, its body was twisted, its face was blurred, only its arms were long and narrow, the claws at the end were sharp as iron, exuding a cold chill.
ah zhou stared at his remaining black left eye and waved his arm.
the demon behind him did the same thing.
it stretched out a claw, and in the blink of an eye, caught the speeding ice arrow, and crushed it in advance in midair.
with a bang, the frosty white storm swept around with the explosion point as its core, crazily freezing everything that came into contact with it.
ah zhou was still unwilling to touch the power of the ice element. it would slow his body down and numb his senses.
it crossed its arms and blocked in front of it. the purple demon behind it did the same.
that scene made bai wushang think of angelic wings.