“I remember now, this is the Death Demon Orb, a magical artifact of the evil spirit Yuki-onna from Japan. It is extremely strange. As long as a map of any country or region is incorporated into this Death Demon Orb, Yuki-onna can cast a spell on it, which will then have an effect on reality.”
Many martial artists paled.
"Doesn't that mean that if the Snow Maiden just blows a breath at the bead, the Great Xia Dynasty will perish? That's terrifying."
"Of course it's not that simple. The area of destruction is closely related to the Snow Maiden's own cultivation level. The higher the cultivation level, the larger the area of destruction."
"It's also related to the magic orb. You can see that the surface of her magic orb is covered with cracks. It must have been severely damaged, so its power is greatly reduced."
"With the God of War's intervention, this ferocious Snow Woman should be able to be subdued."
In mid-air, the God of War, Situ Zhantian, had already made his move.
He exuded an aura of iron-blooded dominance, like a majestic war god, his cloak fluttering like a battle flag waving on a battlefield amidst the smoke and fire of war.
The two sides tore through the void and engaged in fierce combat.
All the people could see was the sky constantly undulating, like a giant curtain.
At this time, the snowflakes had decreased in size, but they were still falling continuously.
On the other hand, Ye Feng, like a ghost, clung tightly to Yan Song and Shang Ming in front of him, refusing to let go.
Taking advantage of the cover of the heavy snow, with everyone's attention focused on the Snow Woman, he seized the opportunity to kill the two of them.
The old weasel was faster and had already stopped the group of people. He stood in the middle of the road with his hands behind his back, his white beard, which almost reached the ground, fluttering in the wind.
When everyone saw it was this old man, they all cursed him angrily.
"Damn it, it's that old weasel again. I get angry whenever I see it."
"Chop him up and feed him to the dogs."
A group of martial artists shouted and stepped forward, ready to attack. Judging from their posture, they seemed eager to skin it alive.
"stop!"
The old weasel stretched out its paw, pretending to stop the group, and at the same time suddenly looked behind them, its expression turning pale with horror.
"Damn it, it's the evil spirit Snow Woman..."
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