Ning Xue's eyes were icy cold. The moment the referee's voice rang out, a cloud of cold mist rose rapidly.
"Wind!"
The wind whipped, carrying the icy mist with it, charging towards Jiang Du.
Jiang Du narrowed his eyes, took a step, and began to walk towards Ning Xue's position.
Whoosh...
The wind, mixed with the cold mist, blew directly onto Jiang Du's body.
One moment it was scorching summer, the next it was the coldest time of winter.
Jiang Du's body was covered with a layer of frost at a visible speed.
"Ding, attacked by cold air, cold resistance +1."
Jiang Du walked calmly, just like he walked every day.
Streams of energy and blood began to flow through Jiang Du's body, as if he were wearing armor.
"Ice knives!"
Ning Xue shouted softly, and the icy mist in the raging wind q
