In an instant, an absolute chill far more terrifying than before erupted outward with Leng Yue at its center.
Crack, crack-
Space seemed to freeze instantly. The countless incoming sword shadows visibly slowed, and blue ice crystals rapidly formed on the blades.
Even the interwoven sword intent seemed about to freeze stiff and solidify under that extreme chill.
The sword formation immediately grew sluggish and difficult to sustain.
"Cold Realm, Approach!"
As Leng Yue's low cry fell, pale blue ice flames ignited around her.
It was a power far more primordial than spirit power, now boiling and being offered in sacrifice.
Rumble-
As that power burned, a vast, desolate aura from the primordial wilderness of ancient times abruptly descended.
The entire arena... no, the stretch of space containing the arena.
Under the influence of that aura, it now seemed to be forcibly dragged into a world of ice and snow governed by entirely different laws.
"This is..."
Lin Ke's pupils contracted, and his expression immediately grew grave.
As a bone-piercing chill swept over him, he could not help looking around, surveying this bizarre world.
The sky was locked in eternal twilight. An enormous, frozen moon hung overhead, shedding a cold, deathly still radiance.
The ground was a boundless expanse of glaciers. Biting winds howled, whipping ice crystals across the sky.
Every ice crystal seemed to contain enough cold to freeze and shatter the soul.
Here, Leng Yue seemed to have become this realm's sole deity, hovering in midair.
Her robes fluttered, her gaze indifferent. With every movement she made, the power of the entire ancient world of ice and snow surged along with her.
She looked down at the grave-faced Lin Ke below, her voice ethereal and detached, as though drifting from the depths of glaciers that had endured through