The instant the Colorless Fire Lotus struck the core of the Ten Thousand Cold Poison-Locking Formation, the entire outer region of Snake Valley seemed to have been split down the middle.
The icy-blue curtain of frost shook violently.
The nine Cold Marrow Ice Pillars let out cracking sounds of strain at the same time. Cracks crawled from their bases to their peaks as grayish-purple poison fire, seven-colored Dou Qi, and crimson-gold thunderfire erupted across the ice, blasting rings of blackish-green waves from the frozen swamp.
The expressions of Ice River Valley's experts changed drastically.
When they had come, they had never imagined encountering such a situation.
Ice Venerable had come in person, the Ten Thousand Cold Poison-Locking Formation held the field, and the Ice Wheel Disc anchored the formation.
In their eyes, capturing a newly awakened Woe Poison Body—even if she had already entered the Dou Zun realm—would only cost them a little more time.
But now, the formation core had been broken.
The ice pillars were cracking.
Queen Medusa alone had shielded the Snake-People Tribe's migration convoy, while several Dou Zongs could not take a single step past the Thunder Pool.
Not only had Xiao Yi Xian not been completely sealed within the formation, she was instead using the Nether Poison Fire to continuously corrode the Cold Marrow Ice Pillars.
The moment Qing Lin opened her Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils, all the serpent-type magical beasts around the Nine Nether Deep Earth Python Tribe switched sides.
Yet what truly unsettled them was Xiao Fan, who had just descended from the flames.
He was too young.
So young that he did not seem like someone capable of interfering in a Dou Zun battlefield.
Yet he stood there, the Colorless Fire Lotus in his palm slowly revolving. Its edges were cold