Within the Baleful Abyss, Lin Xuanhai was truly enraged now. Cold light burst from his hand, and the Dharma Manifestation behind him towered like a god.
Then a streak of sky-blue cold light condensed in the Dharma Manifestation's hand as well.
As that cold light erupted, the entire world seemed to plunge into profound frost, and an unfathomably mysterious law began spreading outward.
Boom!
A spear of absolute cold struck with world-destroying force, bringing forth countless masses of profound ice.
The Ghost Lord likewise opened his enormous mouth and drew in boundless killing intent. The Dharma Manifestation behind him turned pitch-black as ink, and endless poisonous mist emerged, forming a black saber that cleaved through the air.
Ultimate profound frost met ultimate chilling baleful poison. At that moment, the entire world seemed about to freeze for eternity.
Both sides retreated, but Lin Xuanhai still had the Ancient Wilderness Ark at his disposal.
Yet before they could activate it, a voice rang out.
"Father, it's empty down below! The treasure has been taken, and we can't trace what happened either. They must have used a Spirit-Sealing Token!" Lin Tianjiao's voice was filled with fury.
"The person who snatched it out from under us must have guessed we were lying in wait. They deliberately stirred up a commotion before leaving!" For some reason, Lin Tianjiao suddenly recalled what his father had told him aboard the Ancient Wilderness Ark.
Grief, anger, dejection... a jumble of conflicting emotions swept through him.
Moreover, the Heavenly Sea Sect had not escaped without losses. In the head-on clash with those Ghost Venerables just now, one Void Refinement cultivator had been gravely wounded and several others lightly injured, while more than ten Spirit Transformation cultivators had died.
Those were only the Heavenly Sea Sect's losses. Its subordinate forces