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Within the arena barrier formed from condensed cold, the air had frozen solid into translucent crystal.
Above the Ice Seal Team's Half, a figure looked down upon all living beings-
It stood over five meters tall, its entire body seemingly carved from the core of ice that had endured for ten thousand years.
Behind it spread two enormous wings resembling ice-crystal butterfly wings, broad enough to cover half the arena. Every wing bone bore strange, twisted frost patterns, while fragments of starlight and traces of frost-and-snow storms lay frozen across their surfaces.
It held a colossal blade of ice shaped much like Ice Yi's Sword. Rather than sharpness, pure cold flowed through the blade-a temperature low enough to freeze soul power itself.
More unnerving still were its features. Within the translucent, frigid light, the contours of its face, outlined by icy edges, clearly reflected Zhan Ruoxi's cool, icy eyes, as though it were the ultimate creation of her will projected into ice.
Just moments earlier, the three members of the Ice Seal Team had stood quietly before it-Zhan Ruoxi in the center, Ji Bingyan forward and to the left, and Bo Huaiyu forward and to the right. The three Soul Kings stood like a triangular foundation carved from ice crystals.
As their soul power intertwined, crystallized, and resonated, icy-blue radiance darted between the three figures like tangible threads.
In an instant, an even colder, indescribably colossal silhouette condensed within the icy clouds above their heads!
Its aura had already planted itself firmly within the Soul Saint Tier!
Facing this abruptly heightened might that overwhelmed the entire arena, every member of the Chang'an Team wore an expression as somber as still water.
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