"Xue'er, don't let her deceive you."
A sharp shout rang through the darkness-shrouded Mysterious Ice Illusion.
Holy light erupted like a blazing sun tearing through storm clouds, engulfing the Dark Angel Domain.
The entire Mysterious Ice Illusion lit up again.
Qian Daoliu emerged from the light with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
He immediately spotted Qian Renxue staring blankly ahead, murmuring to herself.
"Xiao Xue!"
"Wake up!"
When she didn't respond, Qian Daoliu's expression changed. He lunged forward and reached out to pull her away.
In the next instant, a pitch-black longsword silently barred his path.
Dark purple light surged along its blade, scorching the surrounding space.
"Not another step."
A familiar, icy voice rang in his ears.
Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted. Instinctively, he swung the Angel Holy Sword forward with all his strength.
Clang!
The clash of metal echoed through the Mysterious Ice Illusion.
An irresistible force surged back through his sword.
Qian Daoliu's expression changed drastically. He flew backward like a cannonball and barely steadied himself dozens of meters away with a violent beat of his angel wings.
Blood ran from the web between his thumb and forefinger, and his entire arm trembled.
He snapped his head up and saw an all-too-familiar figure before him.
The man had a tall, powerful build, long purple-white hair spilling over his shoulders, and crimson eyes. His black robes billowed as three pairs of black wings slowly spread behind him.
He held a pitch-black Angel Holy Sword that radiated terrifying dark power.
It was Dark Qian Daoliu, identical to him in appearance.
"Light, stop right there!"
Dark Qian Daoliu's voice was cold, his crimson eyes fixed on him.
"Th-this... Great Enshrined."
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stared at the space around them in disbelief.
They had set out on the Pope's orders,