The Bren Hill was constantly roaring, and if it hadn't been frozen by ice, it might have already begun sinking.
The frozen cabin was slashed horizontally and vertically by a Tachi, tearing open a massive gap.
Councilman Zhang clutched his wound, leaping down onto the empty dock, neutralizing the inertia with an agile roll. His Divine Speed Force domain stretched to its utmost, transforming into a shattered blur as he sprinted forward.
With a thunderous explosion, black flashes burst through the bulkhead, causing chunks of ice to crash down.
Gu Jianlin jumped down, observing the blood trailing on the ground, his gaze directed ahead.
A layer of Frost covered his body, severely slowing his pursuit, the chill penetrating to his marrow!
With a loud plop, Tang Ling descended amidst swirling snowfall, landing beside him. Her entire body was drenched, her red hair scattered across her forehead. Her captivating eyes betrayed uncontrollable murderous intent—clearly filled with seething rage.
If it weren't for the Frost stiffening their bodies, they would have already caught up moments ago.
Gu Jianlin murmured softly, "We won't lose him. I've already sent people to hold him off."
Tang Ling, unaware he had additional assistance, gritted her teeth and said, "But what about us?"
At this moment, they were completely immobilized.
Because under the moonlight, three shadows stretched long along the ground. The world seemed frozen within amber, devoid of all sound, leaving only a terrifying aura suffocating them like the crushing pressure of deep-sea depths.
Streetlights flickered wildly, spewing electrical sparks.
They didn't even dare to turn their heads, nor could they make any attempt to escape or resist.
Because if this was a Seventh Rank Holy Land Level entity, killing them would only take an instant.
The ground shook, as if the darkness itself was boiling, and pressure from all directions compressed their hearts.
It felt like they might explode at any moment.
"Give up resisting. Come back with us."
It was Li Qingsong's voice, cold and imperious.
Tianzhou and Xingye, the two Saints, stood on either side of him, their faces devoid of emotion.
Spirituality surged higher and higher.
It felt like a destructive storm was brewing.
Meanwhile, a small leisure yacht floated on the surface of the sea, with someone watching them from afar.
Lord Youming cradled a diary in his hands, gazing at the scene on the shore with squinted eyes, licking his lips. "How interesting."
"Three Saints leaving the Ancient God's Blood to chase after these two youngsters. Oh, two Evolvers, huh? Such people, shouldn't they belong to the Dark World?"
His eyes gleamed with a blood-red light. The muscles on his body bulged grotesquely, veins throbbing violently, and the demonic tattoos etched across his skin seemed to come alive, letting out silent, skyward howls.
"Give me a minute—I'll go grab them and play for a bit!"
Time and space abruptly twisted, cracking inch by inch as if about to shatter like a mirror!
Lord Youming displayed the awe-inspiring might of a demon god, striding atop the Void.
Hel suddenly let out a panicked shriek, utterly horrified.
At that moment, Lord Youming sensed something, and he turned. His bloodshot eyes instantly grew deranged.
A man in a sleek suit had somehow appeared, lounging casually on a beach chair, quietly pouring himself a glass of red wine. He spoke softly, "Good evening. It's been such a long time."
Blood-red Candle Dragon Mask adorned his face, with sinister and regal Dragon Horns atop his head.
Those blood-red slit pupils burned like flames.
Lord Youming's breaths grew rapid and ragged, as though he had entered a state of extreme ecstasy. He rasped, "Jing Ci? It's you? Hahaha, the King of Qing actually released you?"
Though his voice wasn't loud, it reverberated like rolling thunder, deafeningly explosive.
Pitch-black Demon Runes spread across his towering frame, while blood trickled from his scalp.
It seemed as though Dragon Horns were about to burst forth from him.
"Those two—no one is allowed to touch them."
Jing Ci raised his red wine, fixing his blood-red slit pupils coldly on him. "I have frozen the entire surrounding space. Unless you defeat me, you won't be able to leave. Why not stay and keep me company?"
He smiled faintly, "It's been quite a while since I last stretched my muscles."
"The two people you're protecting—could it possibly be your junior disciples? The King of Qing's newly accepted apprentices?"
Lord Youming chuckled maniacally, laughter laced with madness, shouting harshly, "You forbid me from killing? I insist on killing! If I remember correctly, you've yet to step into the Demigod Domain, haven't you? Can you stop me?"
The stillness of time and space trembled violently, seemingly on the verge of collapse!
Jing Ci suddenly flashed before him, raising a hand to gently push against his chest!
The Void shattered like a broken mirror, and a deafening explosion echoed across the sea.
Hel was instantly flung into the sea, plummeting downward until she sank to the bottom.
Even Lord Youming himself was knocked back a full kilometer. He flew backward amidst the turbulent waves, his form blurred by the torn-apart sea breeze. The ocean raged furiously, towering tsunamis surging into the sky!
"Hahaha! An Eighth Rank Zhu Ming—and yet you're this strong?"
Time and space fragmented inch by inch. The entire world seemed frozen in mirror-like stillness, then shattered completely.
Jing Ci smashed through the Void with a single punch, extracting a black Tachi from the time-space fissure. A thunderous symphony of unholy blade cries filled the air, unleashing a tsunami-like wave that engulfed the boundless sea.
Gu Jianlin now found himself in the greatest danger of his life, facing three Holy Land Levels at once.