Countless dark red snowflakes danced around the Patient One, each whittled into a sharp blade. They glinted with frosty light under the illumination of the hall. As The Patient One swung his arms downward, the shards fell like raindrops in a storm.

The longsword in Hong Xi's right hand gleamed with a red edge, imbued with concentrated scarlet light.

Bloody moonlight illuminated the void. The counterpoint between the black sun and bloody moon was striking. Behind her, multicolored light flared. She looked like a goddess descending from the heavens. No one dared look straight at her.

A sea of bloody flames manifested around Hong Xi, melting away the frosted blades and burning The Patient One himself.

A field of...