This strike was timed with extreme cunning.
It was exactly at the moment when the Snow Empress's old strength had just faded and new strength had not yet been generated, and her mind had a slight relaxation due to the impending kill of a powerful enemy.
It was even more of a blind spot, as she was deeply merged with the will of the Extreme North Land, confident in controlling the entire field, and completely impossible for anyone to sneak close.
Where the blade light passed, space was corroded into pitch-black marks, and even light was swallowed; only the endless shrieking of vengeful spirits accompanied the blade light, becoming the most ear-piercing funeral knell in this world.
"Puchi—!"
The muffled sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh, in this brief moment when the energy roaring paused, seemed so clear and cruel.
The Snow Empress's delicate body shook violently, her ice-blue eyes instantly filled with unbelievable shock and pain.
The vast and majestic will of the Extreme North Land around her seemed to be forcibly severed by this blade, retreating rapidly like the tide.
That purple-black evil energy, like the most toxic plague, was crazily eroding her Meridians, Soul Power, and even her Soul.
"Ugh!"
She let out a muffled groan, her whole body carried by the blade light containing terrifying impact force, thrown forward like a kite with a broken string, crashing fiercely onto the ten-thousand-year glacier below, which was as hard as divine iron.
"Boom—!!!"
The indestructible glacier was forcibly plowed open by her body, creating a massive, bottomless gully thousands of meters long.
Ice shards mixed with blood splattered into the sky, reflecting a desolate and beautiful luster under the dim skylight.
At the end of the gully, the Snow Empress knelt on one knee, supporting herself on the ice surface with her hand, barely managing not to collapse.
She suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood; the blood fell onto the ice surface, instantly freezing into tragic, beautiful beads of blood.
The brilliant ice-blue divine light around her had already dimmed, her magnificent dress was tattered, revealing a hideous wound deep enough to see the bone beneath; the purple-black evil energy was like maggots on bones, constantly Entanglement and eroding, preventing the wound from healing.
Her exquisitely beautiful face was as pale as paper, her aura withered to the extreme, and in those once cold and aloof eyes, only an indescribable weakness remained.
She raised her head with difficulty, looking towards the purple figure in the void who had completely stepped out of the spatial rift and was landing elegantly, her voice carrying hoarseness and incomprehension:
"This... how is this possible?"
She could not believe it.
Just a moment ago, she resonated with the entire Extreme North Land; she was the Incarnation of this world.
Theoretically, any slight fluctuation of energy within the range of the Extreme North Land, any ripple in space, could not escape her perception.
Yet she had completely failed to detect that someone was hiding in the spatial layer just within reach.
Not until the deadly scythe reached her body did she realize it.
She was too confident, too reliant and trusting of the perception ability after merging with the will of the Extreme North Land, yet she had not expected the enemy to possess such eerie means to perfectly avoid this perception.
"It seems the plan is going smoothly."
The woman holding the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, tall and voluptuous, with a peerless face carrying a hint of evil charm and elegance, landed lightly in front of Qian Daoliu, who was just struggling to stand up.
She wore a luxurious purple dress and purple high heels, her long, beautiful legs faintly visible between the hem of her dress, her posture as elegant as if attending a grand banquet, completely out of place with the tragic battlefield around her.
"Indeed, she was careless."
Qian Daoliu said expressionlessly, his body burning with faint golden-red flames; the effect of the "Breath of the Angel" was continuously taking effect. Although it could not heal all injuries instantly, the near-death, heavy wounds were stabilizing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the shattered bones and muscles were slowly repairing under the dual action of the unique vitality of the Nirvana Corpse and the holy light.
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