Wherever the Cold Qi passed, the originally smooth-flowing Primordial Qi instantly stagnated. His meridians throbbed with a sharp, stinging pain, as if countless ice needles were stabbing him from within!
"How is this possible?! How could this be?!"
The black-robed man was horrified to the core, a chill running straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!
Not only had his opponent cultivated the Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand to the Transformation Realm of absolute mastery, but the sheer purity of the Cold Qi and its ability to penetrate Protective Primordial Qi were beyond anything he had ever witnessed!
Alarm bells screamed in his mind. He knew that if he didn't expel this strange Cold Qi immediately, it wouldn't be long before his meridians and Dantian were completely frozen. At that point, he would be nothing but a fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of another!
He could no longer afford to continue his pursuit…
