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The clash between the three Titled Douluo unfolded in utter silence. Beneath that stillness lurked a deathly peril capable of annihilating all things.
Han Yiyu stood poised and motionless, the ice-crystal Snow Lotus beneath her feet slowly revolving with a flowing, deep-blue chill.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Cold Jade Heavenly Seal!"
As her command rang out, cold and clear as ice, a terrifying chill capable of freezing souls erupted from the Snow Lotus's center. The air instantly congealed into a translucent crystalline barrier, soul power grew sluggish as though mired in a swamp, and falling snowflakes froze into icicles suspended in midair.
Visible ripples of stagnation appeared in space. The edges of Wan Hanyou's churning black mist were forcibly frozen by the ultralow temperature, their surfaces crawling with deathly white, cobweb-like frost. His movements instantly became stiff and sluggish.
Under Han Yiyu's precise control, countless grains of supremely hard ice, fine as needles and refracting lethal cold gleams along their edges, became a storm of tiny, rapidly spinning drills. Humming like ten thousand rays of deadly frost, they sliced through and penetrated the black mist at tremendous speed.
Wherever they passed, the black mist cracked crisply, freezing, splitting, and flaking away. The activity of its soul power was completely "frozen," leaving deathly still permafrost.
The two points of ghastly green ghostfire at the core of Wan Hanyou's black mist abruptly contracted. "Soul Bone Skill: Netherworld Ghost Claw!"
Two skeletal claws a hundred feet long, formed from pure ghostly energy and resentment and burning with cold spectral flames, suddenly tore through the mist.
Black fissures that rent space and soul-seizing shrieks wreathed their tips. Swift as phantoms, they went straight for the Ice Lotus beneath Han Yiyu's feet, which radiated that terrifying chill!
"**Eighth Soul