"Ocean Shield!"
Tang San had no choice but to extremely contract his divine power, forming a thick, continuously spinning sphere of azure water as a shield around his body. The ice lines sliced against it, emitting a sharp grating sound, leaving deep marks. Although they did not break through immediately, they were rapidly depleting his divine power, and the omnipresent chill was still slowly infiltrating him.
Jingliu's crimson eyes were placid. She changed her sword-finger technique again.
"Ancient Mirror Illumination."
The sword-wheel rotated once more. This time, it did not shoot out ice swords or ice lines, but a more bizarre, more fundamental power—absolute stillness and coldness.
Centering on her, a domain that seemed capable of reducing everything to silence, even freezing thought itself, rapidly expanded.
The torrential rain, initially summoned by Tang San's divine power in the sky, solidified before it could fall, turning into countless ice crystal dust motes.
The frozen waves below silently crumbled into powder. Space itself seemed to be fractured by the frost, revealing countless black, frigid cracks.
Tang San was horrified to find that the speed of his Ocean Shield rotating around him became extremely slow, almost coming to a standstill.
The circulation of his own divine sense also felt as if it had sunk into a quagmire; his thoughts became stiff and sluggish.
This power was actually directly freezing the concepts of time and activity.
"Impossible!"
A tumultuous wave crashed in Tang San's heart. He frantically burned the source of this wisp of divine sense, attempting to break through this terrifying freezing domain.
"Sea God True Body, All Streams Flow to the Sea."
He forcibly manifested a gigantic illusory Sea God figure, resonating with all the water bodies across the entire Douluo Star. Vast water elemental power transcended space to inject into his body, intending to forcibly tear open this domain that froze everything.
In an instant, the azure divine light flared intensely again, showing signs of breaking free from the shackles.
Jingliu finally moved.
Her previously static figure slightly swayed, like a reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water.
In the next moment, she was no longer in the center of the sword-wheel.
A blurred white afterimage, as if having traversed the distance of time and space, ignored the boiling, struggling Sea God power, and appeared right before the brow of Tang San's massive Sea God illusion.
The crystalline ice longsword in her hand was transparent as if invisible, yet it radiated an extreme chill and sharpness that could freeze a divine soul.
She did not use any fancy moves, but simply, with one clean cut, slashed out.
"Flowing Shadow Fang Hui."
This sword strike seemed to condense the loneliness of eons, the ultimate coldness, and the sword intent to sever stars.
Time, space, light, sound... everything lost its meaning before this single strike.
Tang San felt an indescribable, incomprehensible, and irresistible extreme chill and sharpness instantly penetrate all his defenses, pierce the Sea God illusion, and act directly upon the core origin of his wisp of divine sense.
He didn't even have time to react.
"Crack—"
An extremely faint sound, like the shattering of ice crystals, originated from the core of his divine sense.
The massive Sea God illusion instantly solidified, then, like a shattered ice sculpture, cracks spread from the brow, and it collapsed and vanished with a roar.
The frozen ocean below also subsequently shattered inch by inch, turning into the purest water elemental particles, dissipating into the world.
Tang San's divine sense avatar's light dimmed drastically.
In the split second before Jingliu's sword intent, which froze all things, completely converged, his form suddenly transformed into an unstable stream of azure divine light. Using a method close to spatial teleportation, he narrowly escaped the targeting zone of the ice sword-wheel and instantly fled several thousand meters away.
When the divine light reformed, Tang San's expression was utterly grim.
This clone of his primarily carried the power of the Sea God. Its nature should have been like the vast ocean—endless and continuous. Its offense should have been like continuous waves, excelling at building momentum and engaging in prolonged battles, ultimately crushing the opponent with an unbeatable tidal force.
However, Jingliu's power seemed to naturally counteract him.
That extreme coldness did not just freeze physical matter; it could freeze the flow of energy and even the accumulation of momentum.
No matter how turbulent the waves, before absolute zero, they could only be reduced to a dead, frozen wasteland.
Furthermore, the terrifying sword intent emanating from that crystalline ice longsword was sharp to the extreme, seemingly capable of cutting all things, tangible or intangible, in the world. His defenses felt as fragile as paper before it.
From the perspective of a Douluo Continent Soul Master, Jingliu's combat mode was simple, crude, yet efficient to the point of despair—freeze everything with absolute control, then destroy everything with absolute attack.
Control, then kill.
And the only one who could resonate with the current Tang San was likely Hoolay, who was currently being besieged.
After all, Hoolay also encountered Jingliu back then. The Warhead Brood Lord of the Borisin, who had struck fear across the universe, was directly frozen into an ice sculpture by Jingliu, captured alive, and imprisoned in the Shackling Prison to endure endless torture.
"Jingliu!!!"
Sure enough, just as Tang San's mind was violently shaken and he was rapidly contemplating countermeasures, Hoolay, who was fiercely battling Jeanne d'Arc and Aglaea on the distant battlefield, erupted in a roar mixed with shock, fury, and hatred, as if his reverse scale had been touched.
The moment Jingliu made her move, Hoolay, who was extremely familiar with this power, immediately had a stress response. He swung his war blade to force back Jeanne d'Arc and Aglaea, his gaze fixed in the direction of Jingliu and Tang San's battle.
Even if he couldn't see Jingliu's figure in his sight, that power fluctuation, that ultimate chill that felt capable of freezing his soul, was something he could never forget for all eternity.
It was the nightmare and shame of his life.
Back then, as The Warhead Brood Lord of the Borisin, striking fear into numerous civilizations across the universe, he led a massive fleet with what arrogance.
Yet, before that woman, he was defeated without any suspense. He was sealed within ten thousand years of profound ice, his entire fleet was destroyed, and he himself was captured alive and thrown into the Xianzhou's dark, sunless Shackling Prison, suffering endless torture.
Throughout his long years of imprisonment, he constantly simulated, deduced, and sought to crack Jingliu's swordsmanship and the Way of Ice in his mind. Every night, he was startled awake by the cold sword light and the biting chill.
The only belief supporting his survival was that one day he would break free, find Jingliu, and take revenge for the sword strike that had utterly shattered his dignity and conviction.
Now, upon feeling this nightmarish power again, Hoolay completely fell into a frenzy.
He fiercely swung the grotesque war blade in his hand. An expanding, bloody blade light burst forth like an explosion, forcefully pushing the well-coordinated Jeanne d'Arc and Aglaea back a hundred meters.
"Teacher..."
Jing Yuan on the other side also halted his attack. His battle blade slightly lowered, and he looked with a complicated expression toward the direction of Jingliu and Tang San's exchange. In his golden eyes, which usually carried a hint of languor, a trace of complexity flickered, difficult to detect.
He had not summoned the Divine Foresight, and his attacks were restrained, as if he was constantly weighing something.
Helektra and Cerydra did not seize the opportunity to attack. They, too, were shaken by the two distinct yet terrifying battle fluctuations coming from afar.
Compared to the world-shattering battle over there, their clash with Jing Yuan indeed seemed like a minor skirmish.
Moreover, although the Xianzhou General was not using his full strength, his effortless, deep-as-the-ocean power had already placed immense pressure on them, making them dare not be distracted even slightly.
The title of Emanator of the Hunt was absolutely not an exaggeration.
This was the Xianzhou General, an Emanator of the Hunt. Helektra was strong enough to be considered the first tier beneath the Emanators. Even facing Hoolay alone, she was not without a chance of victory, and she could even hold her own against an Emanator.
But among the Servants, it was clear that the current Jing Yuan was stronger.
"Jingliu—!"
Hoolay roared again, a world-shaking cry. Hatred completely drowned his rationality.
He completely ignored Jeanne d'Arc and Aglaea. With a sudden turn, his body abruptly lowered, assuming a posture of gathering momentum.
Boom!
The ground beneath his feet could not withstand the tremendous force and instantly collapsed, shattering into a massive crater.
Using the terrifying counterforce, Hoolay himself became like a bloody cannonball tearing through the air, rocketing into the sky at astonishing speed, charging brazenly toward the direction of Jingliu and Tang San's battle.
That determined killing intent seemed intent on punching a hole in the sky.
Watching Hoolay rush toward the distant battlefield like a maniac possessed, the high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Sect, who were originally fiercely battling the veterans of Shrek, instantly looked dumbfounded, and their attacks involuntarily paused.
Especially when the icy gazes of the now target-less Jeanne d'Arc and Aglaea turned toward them, a few elders with weaker nerves nearly cursed out loud on the spot.
Hoolay's act of deserting the battlefield was simply throwing the Holy Spirit Sect into the abyss of eternal damnation.
"Retreat, quickly retreat!"
Sect Master Zhongli Wu's face was ashen, and he roared the command almost hysterically.
The Bone Dragon King beneath him let out a deafening roar, its massive body suddenly lunging at Xuan Zi's manifestation, the Taotie Divine Ox, attempting to temporarily entangle the strongest member of Shrek.
Zhongli Wu himself transformed into a phantom, instantly broke through the battle formation, appeared beside Huo Yuhao, grabbed his shoulder, and was about to forcibly withdraw the Holy Son from the battlefield.
"None of you heretics are leaving today."
Xuan Zi's furious roar shook the heavens. The Taotie Divine Ox's body glowed intensely with yellow light. Its massive horns, containing the enormous power of a mountain, violently gored the Bone Dragon King, making it stumble. Its gigantic body then pressed down toward Zhongli Wu, forcing Zhongli Wu to release Huo Yuhao and turn back to fully mobilize the God of Death Puppet to defend against Xuan Zi's fierce attack.
Huo Yuhao's face was so dark it could drip water.
Hoolay was his Servant, yet he had no effective means of restraining him, only able to watch helplessly as the latter acted recklessly, completely disregarding the life and death of him, the Master. This sense of powerlessness filled him with humiliation and rage.
"Ah—!!!"
Just then, a heartbreaking shriek pierced the battlefield.
The Holy Spirit Sect's Seventh Elder, the Masked Douluo, infamous for his disgusting demon maggots and control over vengeful spirits, was completely engulfed by a sudden, descending beam of pure holy light.
The holy light was scorching and majestic, as dazzling as the core of the sun.
In the next moment, a holy lance entwined with a Fleur-de-lis banner tore through the air and, with irresistible momentum, accurately pierced him, nailing him firmly mid-air.
Under the merciless purification of the holy light, the countless vengeful spirits wrapped around the Masked Douluo cried out in despair as if encountering their nemesis, transforming into wisps of black smoke and rapidly dissipating.
He himself let out non-human, agonizing screams under the scorching of the holy flame. His body melted like a wax figure, eventually completely dissolving into countless light points and scattering into the air, leaving not even a speck of ash.
"Evil ones who toy with souls and blaspheme life, your only end is purification."
Jeanne d'Arc's beautiful face was frosty. The Saintess, who was usually compassionate, now burned with a rare, stern killing intent in her eyes.
Facing these Evil Soul Masters who took pleasure in torturing souls and creating suffering, she showed no mercy in her attack, displaying the iron-willed side of a Saintess.
A Title Douluo-level Elder was instantly killed, body and soul annihilated, in the blink of an eye. This scene made Huo Yuhao's hair stand on end and his scalp tingle.
He knew that if he hesitated any further, the Holy Spirit Sect might truly be completely wiped out here today.
"You forced my hand. Gate of the Plane, Open."
A look of determination flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. He suddenly bit his tongue, and as his vital blood sprayed out, his hands rapidly formed seals.
He originally did not want to use this trump card because a dormant fragment of Electrolux's divine sense was still sealed deep within his Spiritual Sea. Frequently opening the Undead Demigod Plane might stimulate the Necromancy Holy Mage to awaken prematurely, with unpredictable consequences.
But at this moment, a matter of life and death, he could no longer afford to worry about that.
With his roar, space severely distorted, and several irregular black holes, radiating dense death aura and strangely holy light, abruptly tore open in the sky above the battlefield.
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
Heavy, uniform hoofbeats echoed from the holes like war drums. In the next moment, hundreds of knights charged out like a tide.
They wore black armor, rusty yet still sturdy. They rode skeletal warhorses whose eyes burned with a faint blue soul fire, clearly powerful Death Knights.
But strangely, a faint yet genuine pure white halo hovered above the heads of all these Death Knights.
A sacred aura and the decay of death were eerily fused together.
They completely ignored the purifying holy light that permeated the battlefield from Jeanne d'Arc, even treating the holy light as if it were non-existent. They let out silent roars and launched a massive, grouped death charge toward Jeanne d'Arc.
"Damn it, light-attributed Undead?! What the hell is that?!"
Ma Xiaotao couldn't help but curse, rubbing her eyes, almost believing she was hallucinating.
Undead creatures are naturally countered by light—that was a universal iron law. This scene completely overturned her understanding.
Not only that, following closely behind the Death Knights, several Bone Dragons—even larger in size, with bones shimmering with a glass-like sheen, and also sporting the pure white halo—flapped their wings and crossed the plane.
They also exhibited extremely strong resistance to Jeanne d'Arc's holy light.
Thousands of mutated Undead legions, combined with the remaining forces of the Holy Spirit Sect and the Abomination army left behind by Hoolay, instantly counter-surrounded the Shrek crowd like a tide of death.
They charged recklessly, regardless of casualties, and for a time, their massive numbers managed to temporarily hold back the powerhouses on Shrek's side.
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