Qingzhu opened her arms, letting the molten iron remaining from the chains drip from her wounds, condensing into blood-red ice beads in mid-air.

A layer of ice crystals exploded around her, instantly turning the world within a ten-mile radius into a frosty white.

The icicles pierced the void, leaving countless ice marks in the air. The icy mist carried thousands upon thousands of fragments of her divine soul, cutting cracks in space wherever it passed.

The ice core transformed into billions of prisms, drawing a giant ice lotus totem on the dark sky.

The entire sky fell into dead silence, with only the deafening sound of countless ice crystals falling from the sky and crashing to the ground.

The instant Qingzhu self-destructed, Xiao Jiu took out the Cold Moon Spirit Pearl, Qingyu wanted to unleash her Lust Insect Eggs, and Tang Yuan and the others simply closed their eyes, ready to leave it to fate.

Unexpectedly, this terrifyingly powerful attack did not cause them any real harm.

To everyone's surprise, the ice crystals, ice shards, and even the fragments of the soul all passed right through their bodies without causing them any harm.

Everyone seemed to have been turned into a phantom, as if they were not in the same time and space as Qingzhu.

When all the attacks dissipated, millions of transparent craters were smashed into the ground, with nebula-like ice mist condensing at the bottom of the craters.

The rock strata were crushed into powder, but then recrystallized in the cold air into translucent prisms.

The entire land resembled a piece of tin foil crumpled by a giant, with icicles hanging upside down in the folds.

"What's going on?!"

Everyone was shocked. Qingyu turned her head and looked over, her expression freezing.

At that moment, Si Yiqi held a talisman that was burning in the wind before slowly dissipating into nothingness.

"This is?"

"The last divine-level talisman."