As his words fell, the bone-chilling cold and the killing intent within Huo Yuhao completely spiraled out of control.
The first ring beneath Huo Yuhao's feet suddenly expanded.
Eternal Frozen Domain!
Emerald-green light instantly blanketed the entire Soul Fighting Arena.
A thick layer of ice formed across the ground, while every trace of moisture in the air condensed into frost. Dai Yueheng felt his limbs go numb, his blood nearly freezing still. Even the blood flowing from his chest had frozen into crimson icicles.
Before he could recover, a second ripple spread out immediately after.
Void Domain!
A dark-purple halo intertwined with the emerald-green one.
An incomparably sharp pain exploded directly within Dai Yueheng's mind.
His mind went blank, darkness washing over his vision. The Soul Power he had been preparing to gather was instantly scattered, and his entire body swayed unsteadily.
"It's not over yet."
Huo Yuhao stomped heavily onto the ice with his right foot.
Ink-black mist surged out of his body, carrying an intensely dense aura of slaughter and death as it shot into the sky.
Nine Nether Prison!
Three domains, stacked together!
This maneuver had already surpassed the understanding of everyone present.
Not to mention a Soul Ancestor—even a Title Douluo would find it difficult to maintain three domains of completely different attributes at once!
The entire Soul Fighting Arena was utterly swallowed by ice and snow, purple lightning, and black mist.
Dai Yueheng stood at the absolute center of the three domains, suffering devastating suppression.
His body was frozen by the extreme cold, his mind torn apart by purple lightning, and his Soul Power frantically devoured by the black mist. He felt as though he had fallen into an inescapable mire, with even the strength to stand nearly drained from him.
"Impossible! How could I