At their first glimpse of the Jade-Eyed Frostwing Chi after turning toward her voice, both women nodded almost simultaneously, acknowledging her call.
Their gazes then naturally swept over the spatial rifts beside her head.
The Snow Empress's sky-blue eyes flickered slightly.
The emerald markings on either side of the Ice Empress's cheeks glimmered faintly.
Neither made any unnecessary movements, their expressions retaining the composure they had shown upon arriving. Hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation and countless dealings with human soul masters had taught them to instinctively bury all their wariness beneath a calm exterior.
But they had already reached their conclusions.
A human capable of using spatial rifts like these as weapons to trap the Jade-Eyed Frostwing Chi was anything but ordinary.
Their gazes shifted to the side. The moment they settled on Yang Xing and Qian Renxue, the Snow Empress and Ice Empress sensed the extraordinary aura of holy light within Qian Renxue almost simultaneously.
Those light-attribute fluctuations, so pure and sacred they were almost blinding, were absolutely not something a level-sixty Soul King should possess.
The Ice Empress's slit pupils contracted.
The hem of the Snow Empress's long white dress stirred despite the absence of wind.
It all happened in an instant.
They had only just arrived, yet they had already discovered two things that warranted their attention. Both inwardly raised the level of importance they assigned to this hunt for the Jade-Eyed Frostwing Chi.
The Ice Empress was the first to stop studying Qian Renxue. Her emerald eyes locked onto Yang Xing, who was looking straight at the two of them.
Without any warning, she abruptly unleashed the full pressure of a soul beast more than three hundred thousand years old.
Ice-blue soul power flooded the entire sky like a mountain torrent. Bone-piercing cold, wrapped