As the finger fell, an endless cold current swept through the void, sealing off all directions of the Crimson River.
Wherever the cold front passed, everything was enveloped by this chilling, eternally frozen atmosphere.
As the chilling finger shadows descended, Chi Liao's face turned panicked; the fear of death had overwhelmed him.
"No! You can't kill me! I am the son of the Lord of Chicheng!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to intimidate Qin Luo with his status, but it did nothing to slow down the speed at which the finger shadows fell.
At the critical moment of life and death, Chi Liao used all his strength to summon his Lava Dharma Form.
The Dharma image was surrounded by churning lava, with rolling waves of heat emanating from it.
However, the Dharma image had only been partially revealed when the finger shadows were already heavily imprinted.
The terrifying cold air collided with the scorching lava, but the lava avatar, which had only condensed halfway, was instantly frozen upon contact with the finger shadow, turning into a crystal-clear ice sculpture that exuded a chill.
Taking advantage of the brief moment of obstruction, Chi Liao hurriedly took out a talisman emitting a rich red light from his sleeve and crushed it without hesitation.
The moment the talisman shattered, the Lord of Crimson City, thousands of miles away, sensed it. His expression darkened as he looked in a certain direction, and he stomped his foot, causing the entire Crimson City to tremble.
"How dare you, you brat!"
As his words of shock and anger rang out, his aura suddenly surged, and his supreme pressure poured out without any concealment.
Then, the Lord of Chicheng waved his hand, and the scalding spiritual energy transformed into a world-destroying torrent, directly melting the void and appearing around Chi Liao!
But the next moment, a dark aura quietly emerged. This aura seemed to come from an endless abyss of darkness; wherever it passed, all light was swallowed up, and the temperature instantly dropped to freezing point.
The blazing torrent of spiritual energy was completely swallowed up the moment it came into contact with the dark aura.
All these changes happened in an instant. In that instant, Chi Liao's face first showed a hint of relief and relaxation.
When he saw his father's powerful torrent of spiritual energy appear, he thought he was finally saved. His tense nerves relaxed, and a hint of relief at surviving a disaster even showed in his eyes.
However, when that dark aura devoured his father's torrent of spiritual energy, the relief in his eyes was instantly replaced by despair. His legs went weak, and he could barely stand.
The next moment, his face showed no further change, only a deathly stillness.
As the fingertip fell, all life was lost.
The extreme cold froze him into an ice sculpture, and within the crystal-clear ice sculpture, his expression was forever frozen in that moment of despair.
As Qin Luo's fingertip fell calmly in the distance, the ice sculpture began to crackle, shattering into countless ice shards that drifted away in the wind...
"No--!"
The Lord of Chicheng let out a deafening roar, his voice filled with the grief and anger of an elderly man who had lost his son. He took a step forward, and the space around him shattered like glass, with countless black cracks spreading outwards.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared on the battlefield.
At this moment, the Lord of Chicheng City exuded an extremely terrifying aura, the pressure of a supreme expert in a fit of rage, spreading outwards like a tangible wave.
The three races below collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way beneath them, their faces filled with terror.
"It's over!"
The Liling Clan Chief was pressed to the ground by that oppressive force. He spoke with difficulty, as if every inch of his skin was being crushed by a thousand-pound boulder.
He originally thought Qin Luo would just repel the Chi Liao, but he didn't expect Qin Luo to kill him directly. This has caused a huge disaster. The wrath of the Supreme One is something they cannot bear.
He barely managed to lift his head and look at the Crimson City Lord in the sky, as if he could see the future destruction of the Liling Clan.
Dan Bingli, on the other hand, could not withstand the pressure and her knees gradually bent, about to kneel down.
Just then, Qin Luo appeared beside her in a flash. As the Radiant Heart Sutra was released, a confident look appeared on his face, and he said softly:
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."
Although the voice wasn't loud, it calmed Dan Bingli's previously flustered heart a little.
As Qin Luo lifted her arm, Dan Bingli felt a chilling aura envelop her.
This chilling aura countered the terrifying supreme pressure of the City Lord of Chicheng, keeping the power that could have crushed her at bay.
This made her look at Qin Luo in surprise, her eyes filled with doubt. She couldn't understand how Qin Luo possessed such powerful strength, how he could remain so calm and composed under the pressure of a supreme expert, and how he could protect her so easily.
However, Dan Bingli had no time to think about it. She tilted her head back, gazing intently at Qin Luo's profile, the distinct lines of his face drawing her involuntarily into that familiar and cherished embrace.
She clung tightly to Qin Luo; nothing else mattered at that moment, only this man was her everything.
"Yes, I'm not afraid. As long as I can be by your side, what does it matter if I die?"
As she spoke, she buried her head even deeper, as if she wanted to merge herself into Qin Luo's life, to be together in life and death.
Dan Bingli's little action infuriated You Yueying in the void.
She stared intently at Dan Bingli, her eyes practically spitting fire.
If she weren't currently facing off against the City Lord of Chicheng and unable to spare any energy, she would have already rushed down to teach this arrogant woman a lesson.
This woman doesn't even consider whose aura is currently covering her, helping her resist the supreme pressure. If it weren't for Qin Luo's sake, she would have already withdrawn the aura without hesitation, letting Dan Bingli experience the terror of this supreme pressure, and seeing if she would still dare to act so brazenly in her man's arms.
You Yueying gritted her teeth, her heart filled with jealousy, but the situation was urgent, so she could only suppress her anger and continue to confront Lord Chicheng.
"You've gone too far! This is the territory of the Heavenly Profound Holy Temple, not a place where you can run wild!"
The Lord of Chicheng suppressed his anger, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the black mist figure that emerged from the void.
A surge of intense anger burned within him. If it weren't for the black mist obscuring his vision, he would have already attacked without hesitation. Why would he be so polite to it while grieving the loss of his son?
"The Heavenly Profound Holy Temple? So what?" You Yueying, hidden in the black mist, spoke in a voice as cold as ice, filled with boundless arrogance. "Your good-for-nothing son deserves to die like this today!"
She paused slightly, her eyes within the black mist fixed on the Lord of Chicheng, "If you are determined to avenge your son, then come at me! I'll take you on! Let's see who walks out of this place standing tall today!"
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