Battle the Holy Ancestor

Just as the protective grand formation over Chunyang City twisted violently, cracks spreading like a spiderweb as it stood on the verge of total collapse, a sudden change occurred!

Great swathes of snowflakes began drifting down from the previously gray sky without any warning.

The snow had come strangely and soundlessly, yet it carried a chilling coldness that seemed capable of freezing time and space.

The moment the snowflakes appeared, an even more shocking sight unfolded—the formation barrier, on the verge of shattering as violent energy raged through it, seemed to be held down by an invisible giant hand. Every flickering crack and every scattered mote of light froze instantly!

The three Demon Venerables outside the formation, their demonic flames soaring as mocking, cat-toying-with-mice grins hung on their faces, were likewise struck by a immobilization spell. Their bodies, expressions, even their wind-tossed hair and fluttering robe hems, were forcibly frozen in place.

Time itself seemed to have been encased in ice at that moment.

Dead silence! Absolute silence shrouded the battlefield.

Within that eerie stillness, a blurry Black Shadow flashed silently past the three rigid Demon Venerables, faster than a phantom. It was so fast that the countless armored soldiers on the walls, their nerves taut as they held their breath and watched, merely saw a blur before their eyes.

"Receive!"

A low shout shattered the frozen silence. Before the sound had faded, Zhang Tie's figure had already appeared clearly some distance away.

His right hand was half-clenched, and an ancient, mottled little cauldron exuding a desolate aura had somehow appeared in his palm! Its mouth faced downward as a powerful suction force erupted!

The three Demon Venerables, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, instantly lost their mocking expressions, replaced by boundless terror and disbelief. Yet their