"Then let's find a suitable hiding place as soon as possible."
Seeing that Yin Chen had no objections and completely trusted his own judgment, Zhang Lexuan was slightly relieved.
She carefully observed the surrounding environment again, mentally scanning every inch of the ice wall and snow hill.
"Over there."
She quickly pointed to an iceberg not far away that seemed relatively stable, with the wind at its back, and had several deep cracks.
"The mountain structure seems to be relatively strong and not easy to collapse due to the aftermath of the battle. Those ice cracks may provide us with shelter."
Without further delay, the two of them moved cautiously towards the iceberg despite the increasingly fierce wind and snow.
Along the way, they could still feel the earth trembling from time to time, as well as the alternating, soul-shuddering golden and icy blue light in the distant sky.
Finally, they stopped in a relatively secluded ice crevice with enough internal space to accommodate several people and a huge ice edge blocking the entrance.
Zhang Lexuan carefully inspected the interior, and after confirming that there were no traces of Soul Beast's habitat and that the structure was stable, he felt a little relieved.
She started to clear a clean area, and took out some special fluorite from Soul Tool that could provide weak heat and light and placed it around it, dispelling part of the coldness and darkness.
"Just rest here for now."
Zhang Lexuan's voice seemed a bit muffled in the small space.
"We take turns on duty, pay attention to outside movements, and evacuate immediately if we find something is wrong."
Yin Chen nodded in agreement, sat down near the entrance, and took the initiative to assume the first round of duty.
Outside the ice cracks, there is the Far North storm sweeping the world, the roar of Soul Beast and the collision of the strong.
Within the cracks in the ice, there is a brief period of tranquility and depressing waiting.
Yin Chen looked through the cracks in the ice to the center of the energy explosion. In his deep eyes, no one knew what he was thinking about.
Zhang Lexuan, on the other hand, sat cross-legged slightly inside, trying to restore Soul Power and her spirit through meditation, but the aftermath of the battle in the distance that beat on her mind like a drum made it difficult for her to completely calm down.
Waiting has become their only choice at this moment.
And while waiting, the gears of fate are turning silently in an unknown direction.
At the moment when Snow Empress, Emperor's Palm, which contains the will of Far North, is about to completely end Qian Daoliu, turning the ferocious Nirvana Corpse body into ice dust--
Changes came without warning.
Snow Empress Behind him, the originally stable space seemed to have been torn open by an invisible hand like a vicious wound.
A deep, twisted space crack that exuded an ominous and dead atmosphere suddenly appeared.
In the cracks, there is not nothingness, but purple-black energy as thick as ink, and the wails and curses of countless resentful souls seep out from it, instantly polluting this pure Far North sky.
Immediately afterwards, a tall and graceful purple figure with a fatal and dangerous aura, like a poisonous rose blooming in the dark night, stepped out of the crack gracefully and quickly.
In her hand, she held a huge purple-black scythe with a ferocious shape, entwined with endless resentment and evil aura - the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
There were no words, no signs, only a purple-black sword light that seemed to be able to cut off life and filthy souls. Like lightning tearing through the sky, it struck hard at Snow Empress's defenseless back.
The timing of this strike was extremely cunning.
It is at the moment when Snow Empress's old strength has just left and new strength has not yet emerged, and his mind is slightly relaxed because he is about to kill a powerful enemy.
What's more, she is deeply integrated with the will of Far North heaven and earth, confidently controlling the whole scene, and there is absolutely no blind spot where she can be lurked close.
Wherever the sword light passed, the space was corroded with traces of darkness, and even the light was swallowed up. Only the endless screams of resentful souls accompanied the sword light, becoming the most piercing death knell in this world.
"Pfft--!"
The muffled sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh seemed so clear and cruel at the moment when the roar of energy paused.
Snow Empress's delicate body shook violently, and her ice-blue eyes were instantly filled with incredible shock and pain.
The vast and majestic Far North will around her seemed to have been forcibly cut off by this knife, and retreated as quickly as the tide.
The purple-black evil energy was like the most poisonous plague, crazily eroding her meridians, Soul Power, and even her soul.
"Ugh!"
She groaned, and her whole body was driven by the sword light with terrifying impact, and was thrown forward like a kite with a broken string, and hit hard on the thousand-year glacier below that was as hard as divine iron.
"Boom--!!!"
The indestructible glacier was plowed by her body into a huge ravine thousands of meters long and bottomless.
Ice shards mixed with blood splashed all over the sky, reflecting a sad luster under the dim skylight.
At the end of the ravine, Snow Empress knelt down on one knee and supported the ice with his hands, barely holding on to his feet.
She spurted out a large mouthful of blood, which fell on the ice and instantly froze into beautiful blood beads.
The bright ice-blue divine light around her had dimmed, and her gorgeous dress was in pieces, revealing a hideous wound with deep bones underneath. The purple-black evil energy was like gangrene attached to the bone, constantly Entanglement, corroding, preventing the wound from healing.
Her beautiful face was as pale as paper, her aura was extremely depressed, and in her once cold and aloof eyes, there was only indescribable weakness left in her eyes.
She raised her head with difficulty and looked at the purple figure in the void that had completely stepped out of the space crack and was falling gracefully. Her voice was hoarse and incomprehensible:
"How... how is this possible?"
She couldn't believe it.
Just now, she resonated with the entire Extreme North, she was the embodiment of this world.
Theoretically, any change in energy or ripple in space within the range of Far North cannot escape her perception.
But she was completely unaware that someone was hiding in the interlayer of space so close to her.
She didn't realize it until the deadly sickle approached.
She was too confident, relying too much on and trusting the perception after merging with Far North's will, but she did not expect that the enemy had strange means that could perfectly circumvent this perception.
"It seems that the plan is going well."
Holding Rakshasa Demon Scythe, a tall and plump woman with a peerless appearance with a hint of evil charm and grace landed lightly in front of Qian Daoliu who had just struggled to stand up.
She was wearing a luxurious purple dress and purple high heels. Her slender legs were looming in the skirt. Her posture was as elegant as if she were attending a feast, which was incompatible with the tragic battlefield around her.
"Yes, she was careless."
Qian Daoliu said expressionlessly. His whole body was burning with a faint golden-red flame. The effect of "Angel's Breath" was continuing to work. Although it could not heal all injuries instantly, the severe injuries that were close to death were stabilizing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The broken bones and muscles were slowly repaired under the unique dual effects of vitality and sacred light of Nirvana Corpse.