As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Wuming raised his heavy sword without changing his expression and slashed it. With a loud bang, the bodies of those disciples were chopped off and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

“Ahhh…”

Several people let out shrill screams.

Their limbs were ruthlessly pierced by sharp ice spikes, and bright red blood flowed down the ice spikes, forming a sharp contrast with the crystal clear ice, which was shocking.

When Bai Wuming saw this bloody scene, a crazy and twisted smile appeared on his face, and the smile was creepy.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes falling on Chen Yan not far away, with a chilling smile of excitement on the corner of his mouth.

"Chen Yan, do you like this?"

Chen Yan struggled to straighten her body. The biting cold eroded her body and soul, causing her remaining consciousness to gradually dissipate. The silver-haired boy in front of her became blurry, as if separated by a layer of hazy mist. She clenched the Spirit Phoenix Sword in her hand and transmitted a message to Ji.

She wanted to advance her future spiritual power.

After hearing this, Ji hesitated for a moment.

He knew clearly that doing so would cause her to suffer even stronger backlash in the future, and might even endanger her life. But in the current situation, if she couldn't recover her strength, she would be unable to cope with the next battle and would most likely pay a greater price.

Just when Ji was about to help Chen Yan advance her future spiritual power, the ice that enveloped the place suddenly broke apart.

A white figure quickly approached Bai Wuming.

It’s Jing Zifu!

The person who quickly rushed to Chen Yan's side was Yu Changying. She raised her hand and supported Chen Yan. She called out nervously and worriedly, "Yan Yan!"