Sun Mengmeng's arrows rained down in a meteor  shower that tinted the air purple and gave the void a phantasmagorical appearance. The air turned dry and arid, as though a cataclysm was nigh.

Under the brilliant purple sky, everything began to burn, drowned in a sea of purple flame. Even the sixfold disasters were held back.

Sun Mengmeng suggested, "There's no need for us to dump all our energy into one massive blow. We can just take turns to strip each disaster off, one by one."

"I understand!"

As the snow fell, Zhang Hanxiang's palms glowed blue. Everything around her began to freeze, and winter's chill descended on the void. The bitter cold...