As dawn broke, Si Lingle and Nianhai flew toward the Mystic Ice Glaze Golden Fruit Tree.
The Xuanming Ice Chai was circling beneath the Mystic Ice Glaze Golden Fruit Tree, noticing Si Lingle and Nianhai flying towards it.
It immediately flew out, roaring to the sky, its frosty breath like a reversed celestial river, turning the surroundings into a frigidity-filled purgatory.
Si Lingle, wielding the Qingchu Sword, transformed into a shadow to dodge the ice pillars' impact, the sword light weaving like a dragon, leaving fissures that sparked fire on the Ice Chai's scales.
Nianhai sat cross-legged in the air, the Kasaya fluttering as Buddhist Lock Chains wrapped around the poisonous hook of the Ice Chai's tail, the collision of Buddhist light and demon energy exploding into blinding illumination.
Furious, the Ice Chai's tail hook suddenly enlarged, tearing the Buddhist Lock Chains, its barbs piercing into Nianhai's shoulder, icy venom corroding the Golden Body.
