Wei Rui's eyes widened in disbelief as she watched the flames, meant to incinerate her enemies, falter and turn to ice. The ice moved along with the flame and reached the dragon head, freezing it whole.
Creaakk!!
The dragon head, once menacing and powerful, began to crack, its fiery form struggling against the encroaching frost!
Biting her lips behind the mask, her eyes shimmering with determination. The power behind that attack was supposed to be unstoppable, but here it was, being effortlessly countered by this seemingly gentle woman.
Xin Yan's expression remained calm, almost serene, as she raised her hand toward the dragon head.
Creackkkk!
With a single decisive motion, she clenched her fist, and the frozen flames shattered into countless shards, dispersing harmlessly into the wind.
"What else do you have?" she asked, looking down at Wei Rui as her previous gentle smile graced her face.