The air itself froze.
Snow stopped falling and simply hung in place.
The spirit's mist form began to stiffen, its red fog turning dull and sluggish.
But then it laughed.
It screamed with mockery.
"Too slow!"
Its body suddenly compressed, blood mist twisting and hardening into a long, blood colored chisel. With a piercing shriek, it shot forward like a spear, tearing straight through the chest of the Boreas illusion.
KACHA
The ice giant cracked and shattered.
Madam Cold Fang was directly behind it.
She could not see the chisel coming in time.
Han Yu saw it.
"Careful!" he shouted, but he knew it was already too late.
Without thinking, he formed a long whip of flame using the Dancing Flame Art. The whip tore through the air and wrapped around Madam Cold Fang's leg.
He pulled with everything he had.
She shifted only a few inches, but that was enough.
The blood chisel passed through empty space where her body had just been.
