When Hu Liena and the others reached the periphery of the ruins, the sky had split completely apart!
The wind stopped.
Yet the destructive aura permeating the air was more bone-chilling than any blizzard.
Not a single patch of ice remained intact on the ground, and the cracks spread from beneath their feet to the edge of vision.
The distant firmament looked as though something had torn it open, and gray-white light leaked from the fissures, shining upon the shattered battlefield.
The entire ruins had been reduced to fine dust.
Space distorted from time to time.
The flow of time also jumped repeatedly.
In some places, snowflakes hovered mid-air, while in others, ice crystals completed condensation and sublimation in an instant.
"This place..."
"No wonder those soul beasts didn't dare to come over; just these residual energies are enough to grind an ordinary Soul Douluo into pieces."
Yan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face filled with undisguised fear and dread.
"Forget soul beasts, my scalp feels numb just standing here now."
"Where is Brother Jiang?"
"He didn't really perish together with that deity, did he?"
Hu Liena took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping rapidly across the surroundings.
"That's the worst-case scenario."
"We've made a wasted trip."
Xie Yue's voice was terrifyingly calm, though a trace of regret flickered in the depths of his eyes.
"Wait."
Hu Liena suddenly reached out, pointing toward a patch of stone platform in the distance that was not yet completely shattered.
The three of them gazed intently.
Jiang Ming sat there cross-legged.
His figure was not particularly upright, and even seemed somewhat precarious.
Yet around that body, six soul rings were slowly revolving, emitting a palpitating sense of oppression.
Yellow, purple, black, black, black, black!
Six soul rings.
And the final "soul ring"...