The Cold General Yuan Bing's pretty face flashed with coldness, her figure flickered as she thrust several spears towards Sun Wukong in an instant. This round of spear thrusts was much more ferocious than before on the mountain path, each thrust contained a fierce killing intent, and the tiny ice spears forming around the spear shaft became much denser, coming at Sun Wukong like a torrential rain.
"Such tricks can't harm this old Sun!"
Sun Wukong's figure swayed, still weaving like a butterfly threading through flowers, constantly dodging between the shadows of the spears. None of the spear shadows or tiny ice spears could touch Sun Wukong.
The Cold General Yuan Bing's attacks were completely seen through by Sun Wukong before they could be launched. He clearly judged which attack would arrive first, and which would follow. Sun Wukong even knew the possible subsequent changes within each attack.
