12dz Chapter 147 Strength improvement
Chapter 147 Strength improvement
Deep within the frigid, snow-capped mountains, Zhang Yifan was immersed in the transformative power he experienced from his battle with the ice wolves. As he continuously absorbed the icy energy contained within the ice wolves' attacks, his spiritual energy system was undergoing a profound and wondrous transformation. Each wisp of icy energy that seeped in was like a seed containing mysterious power, taking root and sprouting within his meridians and nascent soul, gradually giving rise to an even more powerful source of ice spiritual energy.
Initially, his control over ice spiritual power was somewhat clumsy. Although he could cast some ice spells and sword techniques, there were still many obstacles in the application and conversion of power. However, after the life-or-death struggle with the ice wolf and the bold absorption and refinement of icy power, he clearly felt that his understanding and control of ice spiritual power had reached a new level. This improvement was not achieved overnight, but was gradually accumulated through repeated spiritual power impacts and fusions, like water dripping on stone, quantitative change leading to qualitative change.
Now, empowered by the power of ice spirit, his swordplay has undergone a dramatic transformation. The already formidable Xuanqing Sword Technique is now even more powerful, each strike seemingly carrying the piercing cold of the polar abyss, instantly freezing the surrounding air and causing moisture to condense into tiny ice crystals that shimmer and dance around the sword's shadow, like a dazzling yet deadly ice storm. Simultaneously, the sheer force of his swordplay is astonishing; its power is enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, leaving deep ravines wherever it strikes the snow, as if the earth itself has been torn open by the fierce swordplay.
He could freely infuse his swordplay with ice elemental power, making his techniques more powerful and varied. Sometimes, when thrusting his sword, he would concentrate his ice elemental power at the tip, instantly enveloping it in a layer of eerie blue ice light. This ice light, like tangible cold, could easily penetrate an enemy's defenses, causing deep frostbite and immense damage. At other times, when sweeping his sword, he would transform his ice elemental power into a broad storm of ice blades, like a giant ice scythe, reaping everything in its path. Wherever it passed, whether it was solid ice or thick trees, it would be mercilessly cut down and pulverized by this storm of ice blades.
During the battle, the ice wolves keenly sensed the dramatic change in Zhang Yifan's strength. They had initially tried to gain the upper hand with their agility and unique icy attacks. However, as Zhang Yifan's control over his ice spiritual power improved, they gradually found their attacks ineffective, while his counterattacks became increasingly fierce and deadly.
Each of Zhang Yifan's sword strikes was precisely aimed at the ice wolves' vital points, forcing them to dodge desperately. Those icy attacks that had once easily breached the enemy's defenses now seemed like ants trying to shake a tree before Zhang Yifan, utterly unable to penetrate his powerful defense constructed from ice spiritual energy and exquisite swordsmanship. The ice wolves' attacks became less ferocious; their movements slowed, and a hint of fear appeared in their eyes. Their once fierce roars now became weak and trembling, as if they were begging for mercy from Zhang Yifan.
A large ice wolf, attempting to muster its courage, launched another attack. It leaped high into the air, spewing a powerful blast of icy air that rapidly condensed into several sharp ice spikes, hurtling towards Zhang Yifan. However, Zhang Yifan merely swung his longsword, and an ice-blue spiritual energy shield instantly appeared before him. The ice spikes struck the shield, producing only a few soft, crisp sounds before shattering into countless ice shards scattered on the ground, while the shield remained completely unmoved. Immediately afterward, Zhang Yifan flashed forward like lightning, his longsword, carrying a chilling aura, thrusting fiercely towards the ice wolf. The ice wolf's eyes widened in terror; it tried to dodge but it was too late, forced to watch helplessly as the sword pierced its body, letting out a painful howl.
With the wounded ice wolf collapsing to the ground, the morale of the remaining ice wolves completely crumbled. They began to scatter and flee, trying to escape this terrifying battlefield. But how could Zhang Yifan let them go so easily? He moved like a ghost across the snow, his longsword flashing incessantly, unleashing crisscrossing sword energies as he pursued the fleeing ice wolves. Each sword energy contained powerful ice spiritual energy, capable of instantly freezing an ice wolf into an ice sculpture or killing it outright.
During the pursuit of the Ice Wolf, Zhang Yifan further familiarized himself with and solidified his newly enhanced strength. He constantly adjusted the coordination between his sword techniques and ice spiritual power, experimenting with various attack methods and spiritual power application skills. He discovered that when he perfectly combined ice spiritual power with his own speed and agility, he could unleash even more astonishing combat power. He could instantly draw his sword and release powerful ice spiritual power while moving at high speed, leaving his enemies no time to react before being struck by his attack.
At this moment, Zhang Yifan had completely seized the initiative in the battle. His figure on the snow was like an invincible war god, and wherever he went, the ice wolves fell one after another. Blood stained the pure white snow, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding ice and snow, like a tragic yet magnificent painting.
After slaying the last ice wolf, Zhang Yifan slowly sheathed his sword and stood still. He was slightly out of breath; although the battle was over, his body and mind remained in a state of high excitement and tension. He could clearly feel the surging ice spiritual power flowing slowly through his meridians, and this powerful sense of strength filled him with confidence and satisfaction. He knew that after this battle, his strength had undergone a qualitative leap, and his survival and exploration abilities in this frigid snow mountain had been greatly enhanced.
However, he did not become arrogant or complacent. He knew that countless unknown challenges awaited him in this mysterious and dangerous Frosty Snow Mountain. The ice wolf he had just faced was merely a minor player in this mountain range. Deeper within, there were bound to be far more powerful monsters and dangerous traps. He had to remain vigilant at all times, constantly improving his strength, in order to survive in this snow mountain and ultimately find the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus, refine the Seven Treasures Resurrection Pill, and save his loved ones.
Just as he was preparing to continue his journey and explore the depths of the snow-capped mountains, a clear and melodious cry suddenly echoed from the sky. The cry was like celestial music, yet it contained a powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy, causing a slight stinging sensation in Zhang Yifan's eardrums. He instinctively looked up and saw an ice phoenix, its body radiating a ghostly blue light, appearing in the sky. The ice phoenix was enormous and graceful, its wingspan spanning tens of meters. Its feathers seemed sculpted from the purest ice, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight. The ice phoenix's eyes were cold and majestic; it silently watched Zhang Yifan, as if scrutinizing an intruder, or perhaps assessing his strength. Zhang Yifan's heart tightened. He knew the real challenge had only just begun. This ice phoenix was undoubtedly a tyrant of the Frostlight Snow Mountain, its strength far surpassing that of the ice wolf. Facing such a powerful opponent, Zhang Yifan knew he had to go all out to have any chance of surviving this battle. He gripped his longsword tightly, maximizing the ice spiritual power within his body, preparing for the impending life-or-death battle.