Soon, Yi Shuiyue waved her five fingers, and the strings vibrated in unison!
"Zheng——!" The extremely clear and crisp sound of the piano rushed away like a sharp arrow.
The originally invisible sound waves turned into tangible outlines in mid-air, and with an aura as cold as frost, they rushed forward without hesitation!
With this blow, Yi Shuiyue almost exhausted the last third of the spiritual energy in her body, her forehead was covered with fine sweat, and even her originally red cheeks turned pale.
Sound waves are like swords.
"Whoosh——" The extremely cold sound blade flew away and pierced the hole of the spider web.
In an instant, it was like ice falling from nine days.
A terrible cold wave spreads across the sky!
"Kaka! Kaka——"
The sound of rapid freezing sounded, and with the sound blade as the center of the circle, countless spider webs were frozen in an instant.
The viscous liquid that was originally dripping down was frozen into large and small ice balls, hanging on the equally frozen spider webs.
The cave entrance, which was originally large enough for one person to pass through, seemed to have formed a bright ice crystal arch in the blink of an eye.
Frost spreads on the ground, and spider webs are like eagles above the head.
The large and small hanging ice balls reflect countless brilliance.
But in the blink of an eye, the originally dangerous and terrifying spider web nest completely turned into a world of ice crystals.
Yun Luo couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly. Is this...Is Yi Shuiyue's true strength?
Really strong!
At least with Yunluo's own strength, even with the power bonus of the Golden Spirit Fire, she couldn't burn so many spider webs in the blink of an eye.
If such an attack falls on a person, the skin, flesh, blood, and internal organs will freeze into ice in an instant before they even have time to blink. It will be a beautiful and simple death!
Don't forget, Yi Shuiyue has already exhausted two-thirds of her strength.
The current attack is only one-third of her strength at most.
If she were to resist this blow, could she withstand it?
Yun Luo's heart sank slightly.
No matter what kind of person Yi Shuiyue is, her strength is real. According to the rules of Jiuzhou Continent, where the strong are respected, she does have the confidence to be arrogant.
The frost spread silently, only the sound of crackling ice continued.
Yi Shuiyue panted lightly, took out a spirit-boosting pill and took it.
After she regained her composure, she turned around with Yao Qin in her arms, slightly raised her red lips in a reserved manner, and stared at Jun Wuchen: "Brother, Shui Yue didn't disappoint you, did she?"
Jun Wuchen smiled faintly: "Ninth level peak? Not bad."
Yi Shuiyue pursed her lips shyly, her cheeks slightly red.
Yun Luo's mood became a little worse.
Ninth level peak...
It is only half a step away from entering the innate realm.
A whole level higher than her.
Don’t underestimate the difference between this mere first level, but it includes four stages: entry, small success, great success, and peak. The higher you go, the harder it becomes. It’s not an exaggeration to say that there is a world of difference.
Yun Luo started at the seventh level, conquered the Golden Spirit Fire, experienced a thunderstorm and was greatly promoted, and jumped to the peak of the eighth level.
Looking at the entire continent, this speed cannot be said to be slow. But precisely because the promotion speed is too fast, if you blindly pursue levels, it will easily lead to an unstable foundation.
Having an empty level, but not being able to display the corresponding strength. This is not what Yun Luo wants.
Therefore, when she was breaking through, she could have rushed to the ninth level in one breath, but she suppressed it abruptly and prepared to work hard before advancing.