Death God's Light descended, its terrifying power making both Wang Dong'er and Huo Yuhao feel the threat of death.
There was no time left. Wang Dong'er could only kick Huo Yuhao out of the way.
"Brightlight Holy Rampart!"
Wang Dong'er drew the Great Bright God Sword, gathered the power of light, and released a shield to block Death God's Light.
Under the impact of that terrifying power, Wang Dong'er slammed into the mountainside.
"Dong'er!"
Huo Yuhao immediately rushed over, searching for Wang Dong'er.
After sensing Wang Dong'er's aura, he hurried to her.
"Dong'er, are you all right?"
Wang Dong'er gasped for breath. "I'm okay."
Fortunately, the power of light counteracted Death God's Light, allowing her to withstand that strike.
Wang Dong'er had come within a hair's breadth of meeting the god of death for real.
"Interesting. You took my Death God's Light and still didn't die."
A figure appeared beside the Death God Tower.
Wang Dong'er and Huo Yuhao looked at her, feeling an overwhelming pressure.
Nine soul rings rose beneath that figure's feet.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red!
Six Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings and three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings. Such a terrifying configuration made their hearts tremble with fear.
The aura emanating from her was actually stronger than Mu En's.
Both Wang Dong'er and Huo Yuhao guessed her identity: Ye Xishui.
"Little girl, that radiant aura of yours is truly irritating," Ye Xishui said, staring at Wang Dong'er.
Ye Xishui raised her hand, and a Blood Claw Shadow hurtled toward the two of them.
Having just blocked Death God's Light, Wang Dong'er barely had the strength to move.
This time, it was Huo Yuhao's turn to stand in front of Wang Dong'er.
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Ice and Snow Goddess's Judgment!"
Huo Yuhao