Chapter 56: Saint-Rank Battle
A Gray Citadel Saint-rank ahead, the Frost Snow Woman behind.
Caught between them, the blue-haired girl stood frozen like a puppet, a strange sense of déjà vu, like the trapped little fox.
But she wasn’t just a little fox, and she wasn’t as simple-minded, running back and forth in a straight line.
This was the first time Gong Lianyue faced a real Saint-rank! And two at once…
Unlike the Cloud Dream Flower’s imitation, their auras evoked no hostility.
Although the little fox’s impersonations of the Saint-rank Fox Sovereigns were convincing, they lacked substance, only able to scare spirit beasts below Saint-rank.
Against a real Saint-rank spirit beast, it was a flimsy disguise, easily seen through.
“It’s all because those Gray Citadel Spirit Masters were so pathetically weak! They didn’t even last a minute!!”
Gong Lianyue grumbled, recalling the Iron Jade Ice Scorpion to her spirit space.
Although the scorpion wouldn’t fear a Saint-rank, it might attract unwanted attention and get caught in the crossfire.
On the other hand, if she appeared weak and harmless, the two Saint-ranks might ignore her, giving her a chance to escape…
After an agonizing half-minute wait, like a prisoner about to be executed, the two beings finally appeared in Gong Lianyue’s sight.
Behind her, the massive Snow Woman, her pale face as beautiful and lifeless as a painting, her shroud-like robe as white as snow, radiated an icy chill.
The other, a black-haired woman with ancient-style makeup, her eyes vacant, seemed affected by the Snow Woman’s aura, the calligraphy brush on her back trembling violently.
An incredibly rare weapon-type spirit beast…
The black-haired woman stopped, her gaze shifting between the Snow Woman and Gong Lianyue. She suddenly bowed slightly and said softly,
“Gray Citadel, He Daoqi.”
How polite!
She hadn’t expected such courtesy from someone from the Storm Realm. Gong Lianyue’s nervousness eased slightly.
So, could she leave now?
The blue-haired girl, her expression unchanged, tentatively took a step to the side.
Swish, swish—
Instantly, two gazes locked onto her.
Engulfed by the Saint-rank auras, Gong Lianyue felt like she was suffocating, afraid to even breathe.
Weren’t they here for the wild Frost Snow Woman? Why bother with an insignificant passerby like her?
Gong Lianyue knew she was trapped, a situation she had never faced before.
Even if her Water Element wasn’t just a Water Element, even if the Variant Water Emperor actually appeared, these two would attack without hesitation.
Both Saint-rank, the outcome uncertain.
Even if the Cloud Dream Flower transformed into a Saint-rank, it would be meaningless. It couldn’t scare away a Saint-rank. They would definitely attack!!!
As despair filled Gong Lianyue, He Daoqi observed her warily.
What was with this Sea Concubine Palace woman? Why hadn’t she summoned her spirit beast, standing there like she was naked?
And she hadn’t even given her name. The Sorrowful Saintess, truly arrogant…
Staring at the teardrop marks on the blue-haired girl’s face, He Daoqi slowly grasped the calligraphy brush on her back, her movements cautious.
Whoosh—
With a swift stroke, she swung the massive brush, ink splashing outwards like sword strikes, spreading around her.
The next second, a swirling black and white ink sphere enveloped He Daoqi, a large character [Swallow] appearing on its surface.
Yin and Yang transforming, clear and turbid separating.
A Saint-rank, weapon-type spirit beast—
[Swallow God]
Boom!!
Saint-rank power erupted, a terrifying black aura sweeping through the area like a violent wind.
Although she didn’t understand the Sorrowful Saintess’s intentions, He Daoqi wasn’t interested in attacking the Spirit Master directly. Her attention shifted to the Frost Snow Woman.
“Swallow God!!”
The black-haired woman shouted, pulling back the massive calligraphy brush like a sword.
As she moved, the brush painted a semicircular ink pattern in the air.
A shimmering, sword-shaped raindrop, radiating a sharp, piercing aura, condensed on the swirling black and white tip of the brush.
“That weapon is… a sword?”
Whoosh!
Before Gong Lianyue could clearly see the ink patterns, something flew past her ear.
A black streak of light grazed her hair, instantly crossing hundreds of meters at an impossible speed.
The next second, the black beam, like a laser cannon, pierced through the wind and dust, accompanied by a sonic boom like a falling comet, striking the Frost Snow Woman head-on.
Boom!!!!
The black raindrop exploded, a deafening roar echoing, dust and debris filling the air.
The ground within a radius of several dozen meters around the Snow Woman cracked, everything in the beam’s path pulverized.
A soft, blue hair drifted down from beside Gong Lianyue’s ear. She stood frozen, tears shimmering in her eyes.
Couldn’t they just fight without involving her? Why did they have to surround her?!
“Hm?”
Noticing the sorrowful, pitying expression in the blue-haired girl’s teardrop eyes, He Daoqi frowned slightly.
Was she… mocking her?
Was the Sorrowful Saintess waiting for her to fail before stepping in and showing off?!
If that mocking expression meant anything, it was that her attack hadn’t been effective against the Frost Snow Woman…
Whoosh~~~
A few seconds later, the dust was cleared by a gust of icy wind, revealing a massive ice coffin.
A bone-chilling aura seeped from the cracks in its lid. The coffin, struck by the sword, remained undamaged, its durability defying logic.
Unharmed, as expected.
The Frost Snow Woman’s expression remained cold and indifferent, as if she didn’t even consider the Swallow God, a fellow Saint-rank, to be a threat.
She calmly pulled a soft, white thread from the crack in the coffin, wrapped it around her hands, and then pulled it taut.
Snap!
The white thread whipped through the air, past the blue-haired girl, lashing out like a whip.
He Daoqi, seeing nothing, suddenly felt a sharp pain as she was sent flying.
Enveloped in the black and white ink sphere, she was thrown back more than ten meters, tumbling across the ground before coming to a stop.
She looked up at the distant Snow Woman in disbelief.
A thread that controlled life and death, a shadow that could shatter mountains and rivers.
This was the power of a single strand of the Snow Monarch’s fur…
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