Feather-like snowflakes were swept up by the fierce wind, whistling and spiraling around the icy mountains, each one like a blade of ice, stinging painfully against the skin.
Qin Tian and Karen stood twenty meters apart, locked in confrontation.
The former was surrounded by a chilling dark aura, with golden demon patterns appearing on his cheeks. The Black Frost Blade was held diagonally in his hand, reflecting the pervasive storm and exuding a murderous intent.
The latter held a blood-red Magic Staff, dark red blood light seeping out from the staff's engravings, tinting the surrounding snow a faint red. The air was so thick with the smell of blood that even breathing felt acutely pungent.
The two auras clashed in the air, even displacing the falling snow with invisible force, creating a vacuum-like zone.
The wind paused for a moment, the snowflakes suspended mid-air, the tension so palpable as if it were about to explode in any second.
