Iris stopped in front of Grey, her expression cold and emotionless. She raised her palm, and icy spiritual light poured out like a frozen waterfall.
In an instant, another massive ice phoenix condensed above her—its wings stretching wide, each feather shimmering with terrifying cold.
The violent gale that followed slapped Ethan's face like knives.
He narrowed his eyes.
He hadn't expected Iris to unleash such a powerful inheritance technique again, and in such a short time. Even for a supreme-realm cultivator, consecutive uses of a bloodline secret technique should've been impossible.
And this ice phoenix—even stronger than before.
Its oppressive cold nearly froze the air around him.
And in his current state, he absolutely could not block this head-on.
That was when Ethan's eyes flickered.
Heavens… she has the Ice Phoenix bloodline. A half-human, half-demon hybrid.
He had already checked Iris with the system's holographic eyes long ago.
Ice Spirit Clan.
