The blue orb of light floated above the ground, and a soft blue glow instantly filled the stage. Both the branches protruding from the ground and the ground itself froze in place. Then, the blizzard moved. The brittle branches crumbled under the onslaught of the blizzard, turning into ice powder flitting about the stage, and the entire arena was enveloped in a fog of ice.
Mu Rong watched this scene, his mouth agape. His once-prized natural domain had been broken. Though he could still sense the seed of life, it was suppressed under the absolute seal of ice. Unless the ice seal was lifted, the natural domain could no longer exhibit its true effectiveness. The blizzard hovered to a stop in front of Mu Rong, and Bing Yun calmly said, "You should surrender now."
Mu Rong stared blankly at the blizzard in front of him. He hadn't exhausted all his magic power; he could still fight back. However, would the blizzard give him enough time to chant his spell?