C825 Each of Them Had Their Own Thoughts

The ice shards, brimming with biting cold and lethal sharpness, targeted Satan's brow.

Satan felt a piercing sting even before the shards grazed his skin.

Startled, he hastily retreated. Mong Bai, however, was relentless, unleashing a ferocious onslaught.

A single punch bought Mong Bai a brief respite. Satan, lacking time to deploy his deadly skills to obliterate the massive ice arrow