Cold brilliance covered the ground on Taiyin Star.
Before Guanghan Palace, the moonlight was pure, cold, and silent, and Chang'e re-entered the palace.
Xihe had long been standing before the palace, her sleeves swaying slightly as she waited for her enemy to arrive.
Hou Yi held the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow, his aura climbing wildly.
The bowstring was pulled to the limit, killing intent condensed, and the divine arrow pierced through the void, tore apart the frost, and shot straight at Xihe.
Xihe raised her hand without the slightest trace of panic.
That divine arrow, which was powerful enough to shoot down the little golden crows, was caught directly in her palm.
Coldness surged in her palm, and her gaze grew slightly cold:
Infused with Xuanming's laws, it caused those nine children of mine to remain chilled even in death.
She looked at Hou Yi, making no effort to conceal her hatred:
Since that is the case, Hou Yi, you too shall experience what is known as the Extreme Yin Cold.
As an innate god born from Taiyin Star, Xihe's foundation and talent were originally no lower than Di Jun's.
Furthermore, she bore the position of Heavenly Empress, carried the merit of the Heavenly Wedding, and enjoyed the luck of the Heavenly Court.
As the Calamity of the Witches and Demons reached its final stage, Xihe's cultivation had long since reached the Quasi-Saint Peak.
Before such an existence, Hou Yi had no power to resist.
The divine arrow was annihilated inch by inch in her palm, turning into nothingness.
The hand that Xihe had raised slowly pressed downward.
Hou Yi only felt the laws around his body collapse, his consciousness swallowed by boundless coldness, and his entire body was forcibly suppressed, plunging straight into the depths of the Taiyin Star Core.