The spiral condensed with destructive power surged upward like an enraged dragon.
It strained to devour every spatial fragment and chain of laws in its path.
Carrying the annihilation and chaos born from the collision of two supreme powers, it slammed viciously toward the Night King seated high upon his throne.
Before the ice-crystal throne, an absolutely smooth ice-crystal barrier appeared in an instant.
The incoming torrent of Chaos and extreme frost energy struck it, immediately producing a dense crackling like a torrential downpour.
Yet more than ten seconds later, it too froze into even finer particles, silently sliding down the barrier's smooth surface.
The Night King did not move in the slightest; even the flickering of His soul flames had completely stilled.
It was impossible to discern any change in His emotions.
Yet Zong Shen keenly noticed an exceedingly subtle ripple pass through the depths of those two ghostly blue soul flames formed from frozen galaxies.
It was no longer surprise, but a deeper wariness.
For Him to withstand a counterattack infused with Chaos Power, He was certainly no ordinary foe.
"What an interesting... variable."
A low voice, like glaciers grinding together, rang out.
This time, the Night King finally spoke.
There was no anger in His voice, only the rationality of one looking down upon all things.
Frost was not merely one of His authorities; it was also a reflection of His nature.
The instant His words rang out.
The barrier that had blocked Zong Shen's counterattack did not dissipate.
Instead, it suddenly contracted inward.
Like a living membrane.
It completely enveloped that still-struggling, roaring torrent of Chaos and frost. Ghostly blue Runes raced wildly across the barrier's surface.
The destructive energy within was compressed and collapsed at a visible rate.
In the end, it became a fist-sized