Xiao Qiang didn't know how much time had passed. When he woke up again, he let out a sigh. His hands successively changed, forming an array of talismanic gestures. Gradually, a strange hexagram pattern appeared on the ground before him.
Xiao Qiang took a deep breath, waved his left hand, and the iceberg-trapped Tian Lingzi appeared in the center of the hexagram.
"Transform!"
With Xiao Qiang's shout, the cubic ice rapidly melted, transforming into nine spirit talismans floating in mid-air.
Before Tian Lingzi could react, Xiao Qiang pointed with his right hand. The hexagram pattern, as though given life, quickly wrapped Tian Lingzi, then transformed into several symbols and entered Tian Lingzi's orifices. Tian Lingzi's body started trembling violently, his eyes tightly shut, a painful expression on his face.