After all, Arquette's strength is already strong enough. Ordinary Death Apostles are simply not good enough. Even City Lord-level Death Apostles are nothing more than large sandbags in front of her!
The white-haired Death Apostle was almost unable to fight back in her hands, and was suppressed and beaten by her throughout the whole process.
Even if he used flames, he was quickly countered by Arquette.
"Are they really just ordinary Death Apostles?"
Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief.
So far, this white-haired Death Apostle has not shown any extraordinary strength, and he is completely unlike the existence of Zu, who was designed to earn 258,000 yuan.
Even so, he did not relax his vigilance, and his eyes were still focused on the battle situation.
He doesn't want to experience anything like being killed in battle.
"Strange, his breath..."
Jiang Li suddenly noticed a detail.
From the mouth of the white-haired dead disciple, a faint white mist continued to spit out.
Just like the breath that people exhale in winter.
But the strange thing is that it’s early summer, so it’s impossible to breathe out white air, right?
There is only one possibility to exhale white air in this situation, and that is - the white-haired Death Apostle's body temperature is much lower than the air temperature!
A warning bell suddenly sounded in Jiang Li's heart.
"Elquit, be careful!"
He issued a warning to Arquette, who was charging to deliver the fatal blow.
"Uhhhhhhhhh——!!"
The next moment, bathed in the tsunami-like cold current, the white-haired Death Apostle who was constantly convulsing suddenly let out an angry roar!
"Buzz——!"
In the blink of an eye, the world has changed.
The white-haired Death Apostle opened his arms, as if embracing the world.
A huge cold wave suddenly broke out with him as the center, changing the world in the blink of an eye with the force of mountains and tsunamis!
That's not a vision.
It’s about changes in the world.
Facing the huge cold current that came like an avalanche, Jiang Li felt as if he was facing the heaven and the earth, pressing back on himself with infinite force, and a panicked and unmatched feeling of despair arose spontaneously.
Erquette subconsciously wanted to avoid it.
But she didn't know what she was thinking of, so she crossed her arms in front of her body in a protective gesture.
Immediately afterwards.
The white-haired Death Apostle raised his hand with a cold expression.
"Boom!"
A huge roar sounded.
Arquette's figure was blown away like a cannonball and crashed into the wall of the building, making no sound for a long time.
Look up.
The world in front of me becomes snow-white.
Countless frosts extinguished the surrounding flames in the blink of an eye. Buildings, vehicles, signboards, windows, etc., everything was covered by cold ice.
Jiang Li stared at everything in front of him.
The negative pressure range is one kilometer centered on the white-haired death apostle.
All living creatures within this kilometer were deprived of warmth in an instant and fell into hell without any awareness.
At that moment, the temperature of the air dropped to more than 200 degrees below zero, even close to absolute zero!
No matter what kind of creature it is, it will never be able to resist such a sudden cold snap!
What a terrifying ice control ability!
Isn’t that guy the promised Flame Death Apostle?
Why did you suddenly switch to using ice?
Most of the props he carried were prepared for the Flame Death Apostles, and his abilities were suddenly reversed, turning the props on him into useless products in an instant!
"Elquit..."
Jiang Li glanced at the hole in the wall not far behind him.
At that moment, Arquette made a protective move.
The person standing behind her at that time was Jiang Li.
"Do you think I can't bear the cold current?"
Jiang Li said silently.
This idea is normal.
No matter how strong he is, he is still human after all, and temperature difference is still a fatal factor!
"With my physique, as long as I don't stay in that environment for a long time, I'll be fine. What an idiot!"
She made an obvious evasive action just now, which means she has plenty of room to dodge.
If it weren't for protecting him, she would never have been knocked out.
"Huh..."
The white-haired dead apostle let out a cold sigh.
"How dare you take away so many calories from me, which I have saved up with great difficulty!"
Forced to burst out the power of ice.
His skin became visibly dry, and a light layer of frost appeared on his face.
His face was very gloomy, and he was obviously very angry.
"So that's it, because the cold current in the body is too strong, so you use flames to warm yourself?"
A voice came.
The young man came over, holding a shining knife in his hand.
"Did you feel that your previous irrational state was frozen by your own power?"
Only after liberating the true power can we regain our sanity.
It is precisely because I was irrational before and acted purely on instinct, that I was so unscrupulous in killing people on the street.
Very provocative words.
This success caused the white-haired Death Apostle to shift his attention from Arquette to him.
"Humans... are protected by Bai Ji, but they are not ordinary people who can move in such an environment. The Holy Church or the Magic Association, huh, it doesn't matter which one."
The white-haired dead disciple snorted coldly, and his eyes became full of reason.
"The posture of holding the knife is messy...you still want to raise your weapon against me like this. Do you want to fight me?"
His expression was cold.
He did not regard Jiang Li as a threat.
In other words, he did not even regard Jiang Li, who was holding a weapon, as an enemy.
This is the pride of the highest ranking Death Apostle!
"I don't like to owe others favors."
Jiang Li held the knife casually, completely ignoring his comments.
The posture when holding the knife is messy?
Sometimes, when your opponent is too ignorant, it becomes a joke in your eyes.
"I owed Elquitt a favor just now, so I have to pay it back now!"
Different from his posture, his eyes are extremely sharp.
"In other words, do you really want to fight me?"
The white-haired Dead Apostle filtered out the information he wanted from his words, without any fluctuation in his expression.
At the same time, he raised the weapon in his hand.
That's a long gun.
A huge knight's gun that is as dazzling as the moonlight and is bright silver, with a length of more than five meters!
It would be impossible for most people to just lift it up, but he waved it around casually as if he didn't realize it.
He had stabbed Arquette through the abdomen with that gun before, knocking her away.
Jiang Li remained silent, his sharp eyes already answering.
The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became solemn.
"Wait, wait a minute...!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind.
Erquette walked out of the building, holding her bloody abdomen with a hint of pain in her expression and her voice trembling slightly.
"That guy is a Dead Apostle with a Principle Blood Ring, which means he is a member of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors. You alone cannot win..."