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The clash between the three Titled Douluo unfolded in a soundless extreme, with a deathly danger capable of annihilating all things hidden beneath the silence:
Han Yiyu stood poised and still, the ice-crystal snow lotus beneath her feet slowly turning as deep-blue cold flowed through it.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Jade Heaven Seal!"
As her command rang out, cold and clear as ice, a terrifying chill that could freeze the soul erupted from the center of the snow lotus. The air instantly condensed into a translucent crystal barrier, Soul Power turned sluggish as if mired in a swamp, and the falling snowflakes froze into icicles suspended in midair.
Visible ripples of stagnation spread through space. The edges of Wan Hanyou's churning black mist were forcibly frozen by the ultra-low temperature, its surface crawling with spiderweb-like pallid frost, and his movements instantly turned stiff and delayed.
Countless tiny needle-like grains of ultimate solid ice, their edges refracting deadly cold gleams, transformed under Han Yiyu's precise control into a storm of high-speed spinning miniature drills. They hummed like ten thousand beams of deathly cold light, slicing through and piercing the black mist at high speed.
Wherever they passed, the black mist gave brittle cracks, freezing, splitting, and peeling away. The activity of its Soul Power was completely "frozen," becoming dead, silent permafrost.
At the core of Wan Hanyou's black mist, two points of sickly green ghostfire suddenly contracted. "Soul Bone Skill, Nether Ghost Claw!"
Two ten-zhang bone claws, condensed from pure ghostly energy and resentment and burning with eerie cold will-o'-the-wisps, violently tore through the mist and reached out.
Black rifts that seemed to tear through space coiled around the claw tips, accompanied by soul-seizing shrieks. They moved as fast as phantoms, aiming straight for the ice