Frozen Battle
The air grew bitterly cold as WuBie's icy attacks pelted down relentlessly. Xiao Yan's wings erupted in fire, attempting to shield them, but the ice quickly coated his wings. Helpless, he fell, reverting to human form, his right hand frozen and trembling.
LuQi rushed forward, but WuBie froze him mid-motion, his body locked in place by ice. Di'or attempted to escape, only to meet the same frozen fate. All around, the disciples shivered violently, trapped in WuBie's icy grasp.
WuBie descended, eyes scanning the group, finally settling on Nem. "Demon Lord… devil god Tie Nem," he called.
Nem's face tightened. "You remember… how did you survive?"
"The Ansha saved many souls that day," WuBie replied, calm but lethal. "But he isn't here now. I will end this."
"You're overestimating yourself," Nem muttered, his mind calculating. "Even the Ansha is holding back for that child. Don't let this cloud your judgment."
"Such excuses…" WuBie's voice echoed, each syllable like a blade.
"You're smart, I value talent. Work for me, and I might spare you," he offered, the glint in his eyes deadly.
"Why can't you beg me to keep your secret?" Xiao Yan demanded.
"I have no secret to hide," WuBie replied coldly. "I never wanted to impersonate the Ansha, but Xiao Yan trusted me too much. That is why Mi-An was manipulated… to ensure your trust."
Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed. "And what of the prophecy? You said you were indomitable."
WuBie laughed, a low, chilling sound. "I just… enjoy the drama," he said with a hint of amusement.
Suddenly, Mi-An appeared, her presence slicing through the tension like a sharp blade.