On the Arctic Ice Field where the wind and snow lament.
Luo Qinglian was suspended in the sky, her ice-blue gown billowing without wind.
The bluish aura emanating from her body resembled a cold tide surging from the deepest part of the Arctic Ice Sea, instantly dyeing the entire firmament.
Dark lead clouds were dispersed.
The starlight and flowing aurora in the sky paled under this pure blue curtain.
The massive blue halo, like a crown of a deity, enveloped the entire battlefield.
In front of her.
The Magma Giant who had stepped forth from the flames.
His footsteps showed an obvious delay for the first time.
Its two blood-moon eyes that hung high in the sky were fixed on the blue figure above.
No longer just pure brutality swirled within; now mixed with puzzlement and dread.
The gaping mouth of flowing lava opening and closing, sounding like a volcano erupting from the depths of the earth.
Instantly overwhelming the roar of a million troops charging.
