Not good!
Daoist Tao Kan's expression changed slightly, instantly realizing the danger.
In the blink of an eye, he swung his sleeve behind him without looking back.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
Countless silver threads shot out from his sleeve, densely packed like a vast expanse of cloth, instantly covering an area of a thousand zhang.
The silver threads were formed from Ten Thousand Years Cold Iron, each as solid as Jingang, emitting a chilling aura.
The air in a radius of several thousand zhang froze inch by inch, large areas of ice and snow emerging out of thin air, almost freezing the entire land.
Taoist Tao Kan felt slightly assured, gripping the Duster Jade Handle with his right hand, about to turn around.
Crunch!
A barely perceptible crunching sound suddenly reached his ears.
