Zhang Tie spread out his spiritual sense.
The scene thirty thousand li away was immediately reflected clearly in his sea of consciousness.
One side consisted of Ice Soul Divine Palace Disciples, while the other was a group of demons of all shapes and forms besieging them. The demons outnumbered the Ice Soul Divine Palace cultivators by more than two to one. Roars and howls mixed with the shriek of ice blades cutting through the air and the sharp clashes of magical artifacts, making for a chaotic scene.
Yet the true focus of the battle lay high in the sky.
A palace-dressed young girl was fighting a middle-aged man in a multicolored brocade robe from afar.
The young girl's expression was as cold as Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice. Her slender fingers moved, and every point of her hand sent forth a sapphire-blue ice rainbow as thick as a bowl. Wherever it passed, the air froze, leaving frost marks that lingered for a long time.
The brocade-robed man moved erratically, five-colored radiant clouds swirling around him. He wielded no obvious artifact; with merely the strikes of his palms, thunderous winds accompanied pillars of multicolored light as they erupted and collided with the ice rainbows, exploding into storms of ice fragments and motes of light.
Both were at the early stage Golden Immortal realm. The fluctuations in the world's origin energy stirred by their every movement disrupted even the battlefield below. Each collision between ice rainbows and radiant clouds made the void hum, while shockwaves spread like ripples. Whenever they swept over the forests below, vast stretches of trees were either frozen into ice sculptures before shattering or melted into charcoal by the radiant light.
Though the battle appeared terrifying and covered a vast area, Zhang Tie's spiritual sense detected that both