Just as Xia He herself believed she would be hard-pressed to escape this time, while the onlookers were gloating and waiting for a spectacle of withering to unfold—
"Hoo..."
At a certain moment, the wind between heaven and earth abruptly changed direction.
"Thud!" The earth giant charging toward Xia He and Su Xingying suddenly stiffened, its enormous body forcibly coming to a stop.
The screeching crows that filled the sky like black clouds pressing down upon a city, along with the hundreds and thousands of ghost-faced treants, all froze in unison, as though time had solidified at that instant.
Even the Deer-Headed Monster, which had continuously radiated hollow killing intent, showed an emotion called "gravity" in the depths of its eyes, where eerie green ghostfire burned, for the first time. It replaced its former indifference.
Then, it slowly turned its head. The various monsters it had summoned also shifted their gazes away from Xia He, focusing on her side as if facing a great enemy.
"???"
This Eerie scene left the remaining Cultivators in the Withered Wood Forest full of doubts, unable to make heads or tails of it.
But they soon understood what could make even this monster of withering reveal such an expression.
A deep-blue figure holding an Ice-and-Snow Sword was slowly approaching from Xia He's side.
"Hoo—!"
Before the shadow truly drew close, an icy intent that froze the soul and extinguished all things had already spread across heaven and earth, filling the entire world.
"Caw..." Under the impact of this Winter Chill Tide's deathly silence, goose-feather snowflakes actually began drifting down from the heavens out of nowhere, tragic and beautiful, yet deadly.
Once the hundreds and thousands of cursed crows were touched by snowflakes and cold that contained the true intent of annihilation, countless of them