At the center of the seven-story stone tower, the spot where Wen Zhuyi stood was enveloped in raging flames.
Originally, she could keep an area thirty feet around her safe and utterly undisturbed.
Now that area had shrunk drastically, to less than ten feet across.
Beyond those ten feet lay crimson flames, with countless hidden weapons shooting in from every direction.
Among them were streaks of blood-colored arrowlight, piercing the void without shadow, trace, or sound.
When the potent blood poison within them exploded, it left the people of Extreme Eastern Ice City unable to breathe.
Hundreds upon thousands of streaks of Geng Metal swordlight also bombarded them from the distant southeast.
After Wen Zhuyi scattered this mighty Sword Qi, it sprayed in every direction.
Even its remnants were exceedingly dangerous; neither temporal sequence nor the void could obstruct them.
Nor could Wen Zhuyi's Cold Method freeze them.
"Your Highness?"
Covered from head to toe in frost and snow, Changsun Bingquan turned to look at Wen Zhuyi with some concern.
He could not help worrying.
Beyond those flames, apart from the first-rank experts, there were also several manifestations of the gods' divided spirits.
Among them were Gouchen, the "Foremost of All Stars," and the second of Blood Bat Mountain's Three Patriarchs, the "Burning Heaven Devil Master"-the surrounding flames mainly originated from these two.
There were also the Seven-Kill Divine Lord and the Sword God White Emperor's Son, both of whom had descended here through their wills.
Wen Zhuyi's Cold Method was unrivaled beneath heaven, having reached the utmost limits of mortals.
Yet these beings were also outstanding among the gods. Even a fragment of their spirits and a sliver of their power descending here were terrifying in the extreme.
Their vast divine might was more than Changsun Bingquan's Primordial Spirit