Ye Zhiqiu was holding her Ice Divine Sword, and in a blink of an eye, it vanished and reappeared in Daoist Heavenly Feather’s hand.

The moment it happened, a streak of cold light swept through the air. This cold light was not aimed at the old woman. It swept behind Long Chen and the others, going far into the distance.

A river of ice appeared wherever the light passed. Space was frozen; laws were frozen. People felt as if that Sword Qi had frozen the void.

As a result, a chilling wind filled the air. The cold was so intense that it could freeze their souls.

Daoist Heavenly Feather hadn’t summoned her manifestation nor accumulated any power. It was just a casual swing of her sword.

From a distance, it looked like a crescent moon of ice had appeared in the void. Just as it was about to strike the ground, it suddenly stopped.

“That’s…!”

Suddenly, someone cried out. At the other end of the crescent moon was a crowned figure.

People then looked over to the sea demon race’s area to see that the crowned elder had disappeared at some point.

After that, they realized that as...