The black-haired boy collided with the ice layer, and at the same time, the shattered ice around him exploded like a rolling tsunami, surging back towards him.
He was encased in pale blue ice in an instant, his facial expression frozen, his movements halted, unable to move.
But in the next moment, Xia Feng disappeared on the spot and reappeared ten meters lower, flickering inch by inch through the ice layer like a ghostly shadow.
After moving a hundred meters, he felt increasingly strained; the deeper he went, the more bone-chilling cold penetrated his bones, invaded his soul, and even seeped into the Holy Knight Space!
Xia Feng could clearly sense a delay in his thoughts, much like how his limbs would freeze and his blood flow would slow down, his thoughts and soul were also affected, trembling with cold.
As Mo Zixin had said, this ice power could affect not only the body but also the soul.
Moreover, as the usage time of the Holy Knight Space increased, the Different Space he had created was also starting to ice over, filled with pale blue ice flow.
Xia Feng realized that if the Different Space was completely iced over and he didn't leave the Holy Knight Space soon, he would be trapped there forever, unable to escape.
It was indeed worthy of being a Divine Relic of the Legendary level.
Divine Relics were rare and varied in form and function, vastly different from one another.
There were also general tiers: White, Green, Pure Blue, Epic, and Legendary.
Most Divine Relics were of the Green Level.
The Divine Relics that Xia Feng had encountered were almost all of Green Level; Pure Blue Level was rare, and he had never seen an Epic Level.
Not to mention the Legendary Level.
Of course, today he had experienced the power of a Legendary Level.
Fortunately, Yeli Kong seemed unable to control this Divine Relic; he merely possessed the means to remain unscathed within the Ice God Relic.
Otherwise, Xia Feng felt he might not be able to escape at all, possibly being instantly killed.
As he pondered, the invasion of the ice power made Xia Feng feel drowsy, the yang energy within his Spiritual Quality dissipating from his soul, his consciousness blurred, his thoughts increasingly sluggish — signs that he was on the verge of being completely encased in ice.
Within the ice layer, spiritual power could be used to resist the invasion of ice power, and yang energy could fend off the sensation of cold.
But in just this short span, Xia Feng had already exhausted his spiritual power.
However, from this aspect, it could be seen that Miss Mu, who possessed a vast amount of spiritual power, should be fine, just temporarily without a way to escape.
Xia Feng did think of a way to rescue them, but it required him to enter first.
Through his blurry vision, Xia Feng faintly saw three silhouettes under the pale blue ice layer ahead; he took a deep breath and used the Holy Knight Space for one last time.
His figure flickered, and in the moment before the Holy Knight Space froze, he leapt out, teleporting next to the three women.
At that moment, his thoughts completely halted, his serious facial expression stiff, his gaze frozen.
Thankfully, his consciousness was still intact, able to receive external images and sounds, but he could hardly think; each thought required a long time to form.
Thus, it was difficult to send commands from his mind to his body to control his actions.
The three women were suspended face to face, a two-cubic-meter space between them had a narrow gap, not covered by ice.
But the bone-chilling cold tormented the three women, this coldness of the soul was like torture, making one tremble with fear.
Cha Naixue and Jiang Qiue embraced Mu Qingtong from either side, with Mu Qingtong being the only one among them still in relatively good condition, her body warm; they tried to draw a bit of warmth from her body to alleviate the chill.
However, it obviously wasn't very useful.
The ice power within the Ice God Relic was actually derived from yin energy, and those with more abundant yin energy suffered more within it.
On the other hand, males dominated by yang energy did not feel too cold, for entering the ice layer caused their yang energy to disperse naturally, forming a warm protective layer, granting them a certain resistance.
At the peak of the unbearable cold, Jiang Qiue was the first to notice Xia Feng, who had instantly appeared beside the three women.
Her ethereal eyes were unable to blink, but after a streak of light flashed through her pupils, her brow's indigo fairy mark emitted Spiritual Flow, forming six talismans engraved with the character "Move."
Six talismans flew, consecutively sticking to Xia Feng's forehead.
Under the power of the talismans, Xia Feng flickered six times, each time moving forward a few centimeters, quickly flickering to the front of Jiang Qiue's chest.
A rush of warm yang energy hit her face as Xia Feng plunged into her arms; Jiang Qiue felt the ice block within her heart melt like warm water, her whole body relaxing.
Cha Naixue glanced downward, as she was squeezed to the left of Jiang Qiue, Xia Feng also brushed against her chest when he crashed into Jiang Qiue's arms.
A blush emerged on Cha Naixue's cold, white cheeks frozen by ice shards.
She did not have the shamelessness of Jiang Qiue, who openly used her chest to absorb Xia Feng's yang energy to alleviate the chill in her soul.
However, the thought only flashed by, and Cha Naixue subconsciously pushed her stiff body forward a bit.
The warmth of Xia Feng's face made her heart warm too, relaxing her spirit.
At the same time, both Cha Naixue and Jiang Qiue noticed a pair of calm, light gold eyes staring at them from across the way.
Mu Qingtong's expression was indifferent.
Jiang Qiue's frost-covered eyebrows remained light, seemingly oblivious to Mu Qingtong's gaze.
Cha Naixue pressed her lips together, lowered her eyelids, and then... intentionally pressed forward again.
In front of Mu Qingtong, the chiffon fabric at her chest collapsed like a mountain, softly indenting significantly.
However, it was her movement that caused Xia Feng to lean backward, causing the tiny ice flows surrounding them to melt and disperse under the scorching yang energy he emitted.
The sense of delay in the surrounding space lessened, and Jiang Qiue and Cha Naixue pushed Xia Feng's head towards Mu Qingtong's chest.
Behind Mu Qingtong was the hard, compact ice layer, like an ice bed, forcing her to collide and lie upon it, using Mr. Xia's nape as a cushion for stability.
The searing yang breath thus naturally seeped into her heart, slightly dispersing the chill.
Cha Naixue and Jiang Qiue, one on each side, pressed Xia Feng's head into the firm nun's swelling chest, the two women watching Xia Feng helpless below and Mu Qingtong's gaze growing sharper, feeling a strange sense of excitement.
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Xia Feng was still capable of seeing his surroundings, but suddenly, everything went dark in front of him. His left cheek collided with something soft, his right cheek and ear were crushed by an even greater darkness; his breathing sealed, his figure leaning backward, and his head held with no place to retreat, the world completely plunged into darkness and isolation.
He could faintly hear Cha Naixue's soft voice above,
"Jiang Qiue, could you stop squeezing? You're pressing down on my hair."
"....I'm not squeezing."
"Your chest is flattened against Little Feng's face, and you say you're not squeezing? Saintess Qiue, are you trying to suffocate Little Feng?"
"....Cha Naixue, do you know what it means to accuse others of your own faults?"
"Hmm? I don't know, perhaps—"
"Both of you shut up." A cold, quiet command resounded, instantly silencing the two women.