A coarse, strange laugh erupted from the crowd locked in battle below. "Look! Your master ran off first!"
Several Shapeshifted Demon Cultivators bared mouths full of sharp teeth. Their bone sabers mercilessly split apart an Ice Soul Divine Palace Disciple's hastily formed Ice Shield, scattering icy fragments mixed with bloody froth through the air and down toward the ground.
The Ice Soul Divine Palace Disciples had already noticed.
There was no need for the demon race to remind them. When Elder Han Li's frigid aura suddenly vanished from their senses, many hearts sank.
The wrists of some sword-wielding disciples began to tremble, and the cold light flowing along their blades flickered unsteadily.
A young disciple futilely looked up at where the elder had been floating moments ago. All she saw was a bizarrely multicolored sky lit by the radiance of countless spells. Her throat bobbed, but no sound emerged. The last trace of light in her eyes was rapidly replaced by panic.
"What... is that?"
"Snow... it's snowing?"
Several hushed cries filled with surprise and uncertainty came from the Ice Soul Divine Palace formation.
Something really was falling.
At first, there were only a few scattered specks of glistening white, weightless as nothing. Mixed with the swirling dust and lingering stench of blood, they were almost impossible to notice. But in the blink of an eye, the white specks grew denser, drifting down in a soft rustle and landing without a sound.
San Mu and Xuan Yu, who had been hovering in midair without truly joining the chaotic battle below, tensed their divine senses at almost the exact same instant.
Something was wrong.
The snow had fallen too abruptly. Worse still, it bypassed all Body Protection Spiritual Light and divine sense detection, settling directly upon collars, skin, brows, and hair.