The sinister Holy Light grew brighter.
Hold on, my Core World.
The other party's 'Holy Light' was bizarre and sinister, carrying the aura of all things reaching their end. Yet it was completely different from Nine Nether Evil Energy—even the Core World couldn't absorb this energy.
Song Shuhang's 'roots' cheat was unusable.
"Senior Turtle, is there any way to drive away this Holy Light before the other party transmits more power?" Song Shuhang asked.
The giant sea turtle said, "Give me the Cold Cleaver Sword. I'll activate Winter Hall's defenses. This fellow is far too arrogant. Does he really think my master's Winter Hall is his backyard, something he can enter and leave whenever he pleases? Just because a sea turtle hasn't shown its might, does he really think I'm a softshell turtle? I'll use the formation to sever his spatial passage and erase his teleportation coordinates, so he'll never be able to lock onto Winter Hall again!"
"The Cold Cleaver Sword? Wait!" Song Shuhang's mind stirred, and he separated Ye Si from himself. Then, he untied the Cold Cleaver Sword from Ye Si, pinched it between two fingers, and handed it to the giant sea turtle.
The moment Ye Si appeared, the Merit Snake Beauty manifested on her own.
She had been guarding Ye Si all along.
The giant sea turtle took the Cold Cleaver Sword, inhaled deeply, and began pouring power into it.
In the next moment, tens of thousands of restrictions, formations, and runes in Winter Hall began to shine. Winter Hall turned into a source of light, magnificent and beautiful. This was the palace of the Northern Great Emperor of the Ancient Heavenly Court—more luxurious than the palace of any emperor in the world.
Influenced by Winter Hall's formation, the sinister Holy Light in the void