With a muffled thud in the high sky, the sword-wielding man looked up abruptly, his unease and fear now completely realized.
Snow!
After the "white dot" Fang Junxue tossed into the sky exploded, it transformed into flakes of goose-feather snow, drifting down gracefully from the high heavens.
This scene should have been a beautiful snowscape, but the sword-wielding man could clearly feel that each snowflake carried a killing aura.
Immediately after, under his gaze, the first snowflake landed on the ground.
The next second!
*Pfft, pfft!*
The moment the snowflake touched the ground, the ground instantly froze over, even the mixed soil turned to ice, ultimately forming a "frost flower."
The blooming of the first frost flower seemed to add a strange vitality to this icy world.
This world seemed to come alive.
Then, the second frost flower.
The third!
The fourth!
...
At this moment, a snowflake floated to the top of the sword-wielding man's head.
"No... no!"
His pupils contracted sharply, pouring all his strength into his right fist, a scorching force erupting outwards.
He struck at the drifting snowflake.
The sword-wielding man couldn't imagine the terrible consequences if his body were to touch that snowflake.
However, when he witnessed the collision of his unleashed energy with the snowflake, his mouth fell open, his mind went blank.
What did he see?
His all-out attack couldn't even obliterate a tiny snowflake.
Even more terrifying, the snowflake had frozen his power in return.
*Crack!*
*Bang!*
As the energy shattered, the snowflake continued its original trajectory, drifting towards the sword-wielding man's head. Everything that tried to block it seemed to turn into nothingness.
"This... how is this possible!"
The sword-wielding man's face contorted, he unleashed wave after wave of blade energy, like a possessed man, wildly slashing upwards.
But every blade light he unleashed.
Ultimately turned into frozen energy blocks, then into nothingness.
"Ah!"
At this moment, the sword-wielding man's desire to escape this world was a pipe dream. For aside from the incessantly falling snow from above, the surroundings were already covered in frost flowers, leaving him no path to flee.
The protective shield he constructed with his remaining energy also shattered into countless ice shards the moment it touched the snowflakes, collapsing completely.
"Ling! Is this the power of Ling? Hehehe!"
After a futile struggle, he dropped his sword, his face etched with self-mockery.
Only now did he fully realize that the person he was fighting was not on the same level as him at all.
A moment later.
Four human-shaped ice sculptures were added to this pure white world.
Having finished, Fang Junxue casually waved her hand, and the wind and snow in the area slowly receded.
Although the enemies before her were dealt with, Fang Junxue knew very well that new guests would arrive before long.
"The Innate Realm, can I contend?"
She looked at the pure white cold energy in her palm, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Now, she was even more familiar with her abilities.
However, when an astonishing heat wave emanated from the back mountain, her expression turned serious.
Her delicate feet moved, and her figure slowly vanished into the air.
As for the four individuals she had frozen into ice sculptures, Fang Junxue was not worried about anyone rescuing them. If she willed it, even from thousands of miles away, a single thought could extinguish their last spark of life.
...
The White family's back mountain was still shrouded in a dense mist.
Bai Qiushui, hidden in the shadows, could only use physical cooling to alleviate Ji Hongying's pain.
Even though it had no substantial effect.
Ultimately, it still depended on Ji Hongying herself.
"As expected, the power within the blood has awakened?"
At this moment, Fang Junxue appeared not far in front of Ji Hongying, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
She reached out, wrapping a wisp of cold energy around Ji Hongying, also using physical cooling to reduce the pain the other was enduring.
"Junxue! What blood?"
Bai Qiushui's figure materialized from the mist and rain, she looked at Fang Junxue and asked with confusion.
Clearly!
Fang Junxue knew what was going on.
"Within Hongying's body lies Ye Ming's essence blood..."
Subsequently, Fang Junxue briefly explained the cause of the matter.
These things had, of course, been told to her by Ye Ming.
"So that's how it is!"
Upon learning the truth, Bai Qiushui looked at Ji Hongying, whose aura was growing weaker, her beautiful eyes filled with pity and heartache.
The power within Ye Ming's blood was not something easily borne.
"Ye Ming, what do we do? Sister Hongying's aura is getting weaker and weaker, even her life force is rapidly evaporating. If this continues..."
Bai Qiushui couldn't bear it any longer, fearing that if it dragged on, Ji Hongying might truly be in mortal danger.
"Ye Ming! Ye Ming! Speak! We can't just watch..."
Bai Qiushui frantically sent a telepathic message to Ye Ming, but Fang Junxue, standing beside her, stopped her by the arm and shook her head.
If anyone present was more worried about Ji Hongying than anyone else, it would undoubtedly be Ye Ming.
The torment he was enduring was immeasurably greater than what Bai Qiushui and the others felt.
Within a special space.
Nangong Qianyu watched Ye Ming, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails were digging into his flesh, tears gradually wetting her cheeks.
As their souls were connected, she understood his state of mind the most at this moment.
"Ye... Ye Ming! Let's... let's give up! Stop... stop!"
Nangong Qianyu held Ye Ming's blood-dripping hands, her voice choked with sobs as she pleaded, "There will definitely be a way for Sister Hongying to enter the Primal Realm in the future. Can we... please not force ourselves?"
Nangong Qianyu's tone was now laced with pleading.
She couldn't imagine what kind of blow it would be to Ye Ming if something happened to Ji Hongying.
Yet, she also knew that Ye Ming wasn't acting immediately due to Ji Hongying's prior absolute instructions.
Because if Ye Ming intervened, even if he saved Ji Hongying, the surviving Ji Hongying would never appear before Ye Ming again.
These were Ji Hongying's exact words.
Long ago, Ji Hongying had already accepted the possibility of death.
Only the excellent could remain by the side of the excellent.
Ji Hongying understood this principle deeply.
Therefore, rather than living an ordinary life, she would rather go mad for the one she loved.
Win, and live.
Lose, and she would accept it!
At the very least, even if she ultimately lost, her image would be forever etched in the heart of the person she loved.
That, too, was not bad.
"Hongying! I'm sorry, I have to break my promise!"
Ye Ming loosened his fists, the space before him shattering like a mirror. He lowered his head and stepped out from within.
Nangong Qianyu followed behind him, her face already streaming with tears.
Ye Ming!
Had still chosen to act.
Even if, in the end, Ji Hongying would hate him, resent him!
It didn't matter.
"I'm sorry!"
Ye Ming whispered, silver-white energy intertwined in his palm, reaching out towards the dying Ji Hongying.
"Ah!"
Just as his hand was about to touch her arm, a terrifying surge of energy accompanied by a roar erupted from within Ji Hongying.