As the few of them were conversing, the balance of the battle in the ring had already begun to tilt.
In all fairness, Pop's abilities weren't weak. As an assault-type warrior, Si Tingxue would be in a certain amount of danger if Pop was allowed to get close to her.
Unfortunately, Pop couldn't even get close to Si Tingxue.
Moreover, as time passed, although he was able to disperse the ice mist, the terrifying cold air still gradually entered his body.
Pop could also feel his body descending, and his breath brought with it traces of icy mist.
His expression was extremely unsightly.
He roared and all the spirit power in his body surged. A violent hurricane spun around his two swords.
He knew that if he didn't put his life on the line now, he wouldn't even have the chance to do so in the future.