"Careful!" Bai Wei called out in a low voice, a pair of gleaming short blades already in her hands as she charged forward first. Bai Qingxue also drew her longsword, frost forming along the blade. The remaining Bai family members each employed their techniques, frost spells and sword energy crisscrossing the air. These black ice sha spirits were formidable, and in this extreme cold environment they were in their element—their forms flickering, their ice blades sharp and carrying a severe frostbite effect. One Bai family member was careless and had his arm slashed by an ice blade. The wound was instantly covered in white frost that spread toward his shoulder, and his entire arm immediately went numb. Seeing this, Bai Wuhen's gaze sharpened. He didn't even draw his sword. He simply pointed two fingers at the clan member's wound from a distance. "Hiss—" A fine yet incredibly condensed thread of frost sword energy shot out, precisely entering the wound. The...