Dressed in dazzling crimson, the peerlessly beautiful Feng Jiu arrived at the coast. Upon witnessing the chaotic battle raging upon the sea, her eyes turned cold. A powerful aura radiated from her body, The overwhelming pressure surged outward, swiftly spreading toward the horizon, nearly enveloping the entire expanse of sky and earth. A soft, measured voice, tinged with icy coldness and a bloodthirsty aura, echoed out at that moment.
"How lively!"
The voice was unhurried, yet it carried a terrifying weight and icy chill. Though merely a soft utterance, it struck the ears of the crowd like thunderclaps. Shock and disbelief flashed across the faces of the gathered rulers.
The instant they heard that voice, every monarch—even the cultivators—felt an icy chill surge from their soles, piercing straight to their hearts.
Whether from sheer shock, utter dread, overwhelming fear, or the overwhelming pressure permeating the air, every combatant in the chaotic fray froze in place.
