Division of Labor! War Begins!

Then it happened.

Beneath the gray-black sky, Ye Chuxue became a streak of icy-blue lightning and shot straight toward the Weird Cultivator commander at the Immortal Sovereign Initial Stage.

She moved so fast that even your senses caught only a blurred afterimage.

Icy-blue light flowed around her. Wherever she passed, the Source of the Weird in the air froze into tiny crystals that fell with a soft rustle.

The Weird Cultivator at the Immortal Sovereign Initial Stage clearly had not expected anyone in the Human Race army to charge his formation alone.

He hastily raised his black war spear to block.

Too slow.

Ye Chuxue's sword was already there.

It was a slender, icy-blue blade, its length engraved with intricate ice Formation Patterns. Wherever its edge passed, even the void froze and cracked.

The tip struck the shaft of the black war spear with a crisp metallic ring.

But it was not a slash. She was using the impact to propel herself.

The instant sword met spear, Ye Chuxue accelerated again. Like an icy-blue meteor, she swept around the spear's guard and thrust straight at the Weird Cultivator's throat.

The Weird Cultivator's pupils contracted sharply.

He twisted aside and barely saved his throat, but the blade still sliced across his left shoulder.

Hiss!

Black blood sprayed from the wound, only to freeze into dark crystals in midair.

The Weird Cultivator grunted, and his left arm slowed noticeably.

"First sword."

Ye Chuxue's voice was as cold as the north wind in winter.

She gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Her blade turned, and the second sword followed.

This one was not a thrust, but a cleaving blow.

The icy-blue sword light fell from above like a cascading icefall, crashing toward the Weird Cultivator's head with the force of ten