Chapter 496: Frozen Calamity Taunts Zhirifei
Within the shattered ruins of the Black Tide Ancient City, the blue-haired woman, covered in a sticky, viscous fluid, sat on the ground, her body aching.
Shui Yuefei, having escaped from the tentacle hell!
Gong Lianyue, having just freed herself from the Peach Blossom Concubine’s enthusiastic embrace, looked around at the devastation, a dazed, confused expression on her face.
What had happened? How had the Black Tide Ancient City been reduced to ruins in such a short time?
As Gong Lianyue stared in disbelief, the Wrathful Saintess, Luo Kuxin, also emerged from the shrinking flower bud, its tentacles retracting, a similarly bewildered expression on its face, though also a hint of satisfaction.
“…”
“…”
After a long silence, Gong Lianyue, sensing the spirit energy fluctuations within her soul cores, finally understood.
While she had been occupied, Zhirifei, the Weaver of the Sun, had led the Four Flame Demons in an attack on the Black Tide Ancient City!
Fortunately, her own spirit beasts had already defeated them. Otherwise, the Black Tide Ancient City would have been annihilated.
Her timing… impeccable.
Gong Lianyue puffed out her chest, a smug expression, despite having done nothing herself.
“Alright, only one Flame Demon left. Let’s finish this!”
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Meanwhile, within Nu Yan Huoshan’s Sun and Moon Domain, the Great Sun Furnace, the icy Disaster Ring behind the purple-clad woman began to melt and dissipate.
Since Nu Yan Huoshan had boasted of its second form’s power, claiming it rivaled a Disaster’s unleashed state, it was time to show it the real thing. And Gong Lianyue’s spirit energy had also recovered.
Boom!!!
As the Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa’s Disaster Ring shattered, a wave of chilling, purple energy erupted, shattering the fiery furnace, a blizzard of ice shards sweeping through.
The sky cracked, the earth crumbled.
The Frozen Calamity’s icy aura, having torn through Nu Yan Huoshan’s Domain, spread throughout the Black Tide Ancient City.
“Such power… such overwhelming might…”
As Nu Yan Huoshan stared in disbelief, the eight icy arms floating beside the Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa shattered, their fragments transforming into eight small, doll-like figures with horns, their bodies soft and squishy.
The chilling ice spirit energy within them surged, crackling with electricity, like miniature thunderstorms, icy lightning.
Eight brilliant purple lights, a chorus of deafening booms, the icy mist tearing through the sky.
The swirling, liquid ice surrounding the eight dolls radiated a terrifying, world-destroying aura, a chilling pressure.
The First Stage Liberation, the true Ringless Form!
The beautiful, purple-clad woman, elegant and aloof, floated in the air, her legs crossed, while beside her, the eight icy arms, transformed, now eight miniature Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasas, their power unleashed.
The Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa’s previous form, during its encounter with the Peach Blossom Concubine in the Myriad Spirit Flower Ring, had been incomplete. After all, Shui Yuefei’s Nether Traverse Stage spirit energy had been barely enough to sustain a single doll.
But now, with Shui Yuefei having reached the Waning Moon Stage, the Frozen Calamity could unleash its full power.
The eight purple dolls, with synchronized movements and a chorus of chilling cries, reached out towards the stunned Nu Yan Huoshan.
Eight terrifying purple spheres of spirit energy, harbingers of destruction, formed in their hands, the world around them, the very space itself, collapsing under the pressure.
Facing this, Nu Yan Huoshan, its hope extinguished, its face pale, looked up at the god-like, purple figure in the sky.
“Frozen Calamity, what percentage of your power is this?”
[Eighty percent.]
Hearing the Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa’s reply, Nu Yan Huoshan’s aura dimmed.
As the blinding purple light intensified, it looked at the horned, purple woman and couldn’t help but chuckle, a bitter, self-deprecating sound.
“You lie. Your true form hasn’t even transformed yet.”
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“…”
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Eight purple beams of concentrated spirit energy, unleashed simultaneously by the eight dolls, shot towards the sky, their sonic booms echoing, a wave of dust and debris expanding outwards.
Nu Yan Huoshan, its body enveloped by the terrifying force, was sent flying, a crimson blur against the sky, its vision a distorted, black and white mess, the spirit energy around it shattered.
Eight beams of light, like laser cannons, propelled Nu Yan Huoshan’s broken body upwards at an incredible speed, towards a floating palace in the sky.
Its shattered core, caught in the blast, continued its upward trajectory, crashing into the aerial palace where Zhirifei and the Dark Night Concubine were facing off, then slamming into a wall, exploding into dust.
Swish—
A flash of red grazed Zhirifei’s beautiful face, drawing a single drop of blood.
It touched the blood, its expression turning from shock to a cold fury as it looked at its bloodstained finger.
The Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa… that attack had been intentional…
The Four Flame Demons… defeated!
The Dark Night Concubine, however, its expression calm, its demeanor gentle and wifely, continued to play with the black peach doll in its arms.
Zhirifei, however, its aura surging, enraged by this humiliation at the hands of a mere Waning Moon Stage Frozen Calamity, couldn’t contain its anger.
The Four Flame Demons hadn’t been defeated by the Ten Palace Ghost Concubines, but by the Sorrowful Saintess. This was an unexpected development…
It had dismissed her as an insignificant newcomer, but in just a few short months, the Sorrowful Saintess’s threat level had become alarming.
[Weaver of the Sun, you should leave now~~]
[The Black Tide Ancient City will soon declare war on the Sun-Piercing Heavenly Court. We’ll be waiting. ]
The Nether Peach, the Martial Concubine, nestled comfortably in the Dark Night Concubine’s embrace, rolled over, a smug purr rumbling in its throat.
Hearing this, Zhirifei’s fury intensified, and it raised a hand towards the two before it.