"Let your very life be the punishment you receive! I'm going to use your skull to adorn my ice throne. Let your soul howl in the ice hell for ten thousand years!" The voice of the Frost Naga Boss transformed, becoming as harsh as Siberia's cold wind.
The two long knives in her hand ruthlessly swooped down on Song Jian's head.
Clang~
A crisp clash of metal rang out as Song Jian blocked the Frost Naga Boss's double blades with his Crimson Fire Heart Ape Sword. Looking up with a slight smile gracing his lips, his eyes held no signs of enchantment.
"You... you actually..." The Frost Naga Boss's face showed surprise. She hadn't expected this human to resist her charm.
"Why did he behave in such a way before? Not good, this is a trap, he's luring me closer to him!" The Frost Naga Boss had a sudden realization as she laid eyes on the dozens of meter-tall robots beside Song Jian.