章節 1445: Near Perfect

"Frozen? How? Is it Falling Ice?" Pan Lin cried out in surprise. Falling Ice was the skill Big Ice Spirits used to attack with. Currently, the camera was on the Deception which had ran the furthest. His form was enveloped in mist, blurry from Eight Note's point of view. Falling Ice? There was no hint of any Big Ice Spirit using that attack from the audience's omniscient view. The freeze effect from Falling Ice wasn't certain either. What sort of luck would you have to have in order to make sure that each hit was a freeze at such a crucial time?

What was it? As everyone mired in their bewilderment, the second Deception that charged turned into a block of ice with a pop!

Two? Everyone remained dumbstruck, and Mo Fan began to hesitate as well. The remaining Deceptions became uncertain. After spreading out, they weren't strong and were quickly destroyed by the spirits. Mo Fan paused, but knowing that there was no other choice, he had all the Deception clones make a run for it.