Centered on the pavilion where Ying Zheng stood, twelve colossal pillars of ice and snow, each a hundred meters tall, surged from the ground. Nearly three meters thick, the dragon-coiled pillars were formed entirely from bone-piercing frost. Nine enormous ice dragons wound around each pillar. At Ying Zheng's soft shout from within the pavilion, all the dragons opened their jaws at once and spewed out viscous blue freezing mist, thick as glue.
A relatively weak sea clan demigod, one who had only recently entered the demigod realm, let out a miserable howl. He was struck head-on by a stream of freezing mist, and half his body was instantly frozen into transparent ice. Sea clan bodies naturally contained more water than those of ordinary humans, so the freezing mist inflicted even greater harm on them.
This freezing mist actually possessed killing power no weaker than the full-force strike of a mid-tier demigod!
Miaowen roared furiously. "Lady Dark Lotus, why is your Miro Divine Cult turning on itself? Everyone, if you still hold back now, you truly won't get another chance. Think about it—if this tyrant Ying Zheng sits firmly upon the throne of the Blood Qin Empire, with the Blood Qin Empire's current national and military strength, will any of us still have peaceful days ahead?"
Drawing a deep breath, Miaowen released rings of lotus-shaped light patterns beneath his feet. A vast, majestic divine pressure shot into the heavens. His body gradually swelled, his withered skin turning purple-gold as he transformed into an eighteen-meter-tall vajra giant.
Puyu also let out a long howl. "Join forces and kill Ying Zheng! As for how the benefits will be divided, we can discuss that afterward! Lady Dark Lotus, your Miro Divine Cult truly shouldn't still be turning on itself at a time like this!