The Power Of A Throw

Jian Wushuang had seen with his own eyes that when the ancient flood dragon had released cold air from its mouth, the cold air had annihilated the four Sir Gods instantly.

The cold air from the mouth of the ancient flood dragon was heading toward him. As its speed was too fast, Jian Wushuang had no way of dodging it and he also did not have the ability to dodge it.

The cold air covered his body instantly and at that moment, it was as if the cold air wanted to freeze his body, mind and consciousness completely.

He then trembled with fear from the bottom of his heart.

"Hmph!"

Jian Wushuang snorted coldly. In such a situation which was of great concern to life and death, Jian Wushuang remained extremely calm like never before. His Divine Power rose madly and it was as if a volcano had erupted. His Divine Power then blocked the corrosion from the coldness.