Kai Syaoran felt his body temperature plummet further into the negatives, yet he experienced no discomfort whatsoever. Instead, the intense influx of sub-zero energy felt exactly like parched earth absorbing long-awaited rain. The sensation was profoundly rejuvenating, almost heavenly, instinctively driving him to circulate his self-created cultivation technique at maximum velocity.
Suddenly, the dynamic of the struggle inverted. The shadowy entity felt itself entirely lose control of its own internal energy. Merely a moment ago, it had been voluntarily pouring its ice qi into Kai's chest to destroy his heart, but now, the assassin's reserves were being violently vacuumed into the wolf's body. For the first time, a primal panic gripped the faceless killer. It began to flail and struggle with all its might, desperately trying to sever the connection and flee the cabin, but its hand remained frozen solid to the hilt of the dagger.
