On the Martial Arts Arena, countless amounts of snow and lethal poison fell above the heads of the Sword Sect team members.
But all were blocked by the massive body of Tie Niu.
Drip… drip… drip…
Ice Dust, tiny as a grain of sand, yet heavy as a boulder.
Falling so densely, numerous and furiously.
Striking on Tie Niu's back, akin to being repeatedly crushed by mountains.
Depressions clearly appeared on Tie Niu's broad back.
And those myriad poisons eroded his back, creating pits and holes.
His breathing became noticeably rapid.
From a distance, Bai Mohan laughed coldly, "Big Barbaric Bull, I want to see how long you can last."
With that, Bai Mohan gestured respectfully towards Bing Wujiang, Wan Zuolang, and even further ahead, Tuoba Ao and Huangfu Ya.
"Thank you all for your assistance," Bai Mohan said politely.
"There's no need to be polite, Young Master Mo Han," the four, led by Tuoba Ao, turned their heads and returned the gesture.
