It was evident that the Snowman Captain had no intention of responding to Han Qiwu's mockery.
Instead, it casually pulled out another chunk of old ice from its belly and flung it over.
"Whoosh!"
Having learned from experience earlier, Han Qiwu didn't bother dodging the old ice. He grabbed his refined Longsword and charged directly at the snowman in front of him.
Pick the weakest one to bully!
A few seconds later.
The chunk of old ice smashed into a rock wall about seven or eight meters from Han Qiwu, clanging noisily.
See? Dodging would've been a waste of time.
How can someone with aim this terrible even be a captain?
As he neared a regular snowman, Han Qiwu snatched up his refined Longsword and thrust it forward.
Swish, swish, swish—
As the sword struck, Han Qiwu could immediately feel that these snowmen were different from the ones he'd encountered before—the kind that liked to work alongside their buddies.
Their snow was noticeably tougher.
