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Inside the arena barrier condensed from cold air, the air had been completely frozen into translucent crystal.
Above the Ice Seal Team's half of the field, a figure looked down on all living beings—
That figure stood over five meters tall, its entire body seemingly carved from the core of Ten Thousand Year Mystic Ice.
Behind it were two enormous wings, like ice-crystal butterfly wings, large enough to cover half the arena. Every wing bone was covered in strange, twisted frost patterns, while the wing membranes were frozen with fragments of starlight and traces of a frost-and-snow storm.
In its hand, it gripped a gigantic ice blade that looked very much like the Sword of Ice Yi. The sword was no longer merely sharp; instead, it flowed with pure low temperature, cold enough to freeze Soul Power.
What was even more arresting was the outline of its face—the features traced by ice ridges. Within the translucent cold light, the reflection of Zhan Ruoxi's clear, cold icy eyes floated distinctly, as if it were the ultimate creation projected into ice by her will.
A moment ago, the three members of the Ice Seal Team had stood quietly at the front—Zhan Ruoxi in the center, Ji Bingyan at the front left, and Bo Huaiyu at the front right. The three Soul Kings stood like a triangular base carved from ice crystal.
As their Soul Power intertwined, crystallized, and resonated with one another, icy-blue radiance shuttled rapidly between the three figures like tangible threads.
In the blink of an eye, an even more chilling, indescribably massive outline condensed within the Ice Cloud above their heads!
Its aura—had already stood firmly at the Soul Sage level!
Facing this suddenly soaring pressure