The Snow Empress demonstrated it for Jiang Bai.
She offered no further explanation, merely raising her right hand slightly.
That slender, jade-white palm seemed to merge with the ice and snow around it.
The next instant, her body drifted upward like the lightest goose feather.
There was no sign of Soul Power erupting. She simply floated into the air, naturally and gracefully.
Jiang Bai focused and held his breath as he watched.
Then, the Snow Empress's raised right hand changed.
Her palm, already as lustrous as white jade, became even more translucent and even whiter.
Her entire hand seemed to have been carved from the purest essence of ice and snow, radiating a faint but heart-palpitating chill.
She gently waved that snow-white hand toward a nearby snow-covered hill.
The motion was light and soft, like brushing a snowflake from her shoulder.
Yet within that wave—
A strange sound arose in the air, like ice and snow being compressed and ground together.
The snowflakes dancing through the sky, seemingly soft and harmless, appeared to be imbued with souls and will in that instant. They no longer drifted down at random, but changed direction in perfect unison, shooting toward the hill like countless tiny ice blades!
It was no mere physical impact. Every snowflake carried extreme cold and a condensed will of ice. They struck the rocks with dense pings, like a torrential downpour battering sheet metal.
More terrifyingly, the assault was not a single outburst, but a continuous, unending barrage.
The Snow Empress's white palm seemed like an inexhaustible source of frost, constantly guiding the ice and snow and turning them into endless attacks.
The snow covering the hill's surface was pierced first, then frozen into an even harder layer of ice.
Next came the exposed rock. Under the relentless assault