The vast expanse of You Shuo seemed endless, with decaying moss and soil frozen into a frosty silver.
Now, there wasn’t even a living dead soul around; the cold had snatched away the last bit of warmth. Ice sculptures stood vivid and lifelike, their sparkling silver dust whisked away by the wind—a remnant of Moon Phoenix battling with over forty Celestial beings.
Ying Bing felt a wave of confusion bubbling up inside.
“Crackle—”
A rough, awkward scratching sound pierced the air.
The temple in the howling wind seemed to emit a mournful roar, as if something was breaking free from its seal.
A bl**d shadow burst out from the temple, swirling up snow like a tornado, racing off into the distance.
Ying Bing’s eyes lit up, following close behind.
Within the bloodlight was a ferocious arm, its severed end adorned with jagged bone fragments, seeming alive with flesh and bl**d.
After it departed, the thick gloom of the Otherworld seemed to show signs of dissipating.
It flew at breakneck speed.
But it was always just beyond Ying Bing’s line of sight.
Everything in front of her was rapidly receding.
Gradually, the outline of City of Divine Beings appeared in her sight, followed by the City of Heaven, now obscured by bl**d clouds, where panicked crowds scurried about.
“I guess the natural disaster arrived… early,”
Ying Bing’s brows knitted tighter.
She could feel that the power of the calamity had already merged with the bl**d God himself.
If she weren’t here, then he…
In the hush that followed, she found the City of Heaven, and that familiar figure.
At the pinnacle of the city stood Li Mo, clad in armor, his gaze ablaze like a torch.
The ordinary-looking Li had apparently found his glow.
Ying Bing’s eyes sparkled now, reflecting the calm depths of autumn’s waters, now shining bright.
“Ugh…”
The remnants of the bl**d God also plunged into the bl**d clouds.
The stifling bl**d energy pervaded the atmosphere, with an intense aura of malevolence that would warp one’s mind, driving them mad.
The Celestial beings and folks of Ink City had completely lost their ability to think.
All they saw were two bluish-black arms straining, prying open a rift from the void.
From within the rift, murky bl**d flowed, each wave lifting the heavy burden of ages, blocking out sun and moon like an impending apocalypse.
Was that… the Yellow Springs?
No… was it the bl**d God’s realm?!
“Natural disaster arrived early?”
“Didn’t he only have two arms left? Where did the realm come from…”
Li Mo took a deep breath.
With the Great Sage’s enhancements, he felt the terrifying pressure of near-absolute doom. Although not paralyzed like Dong Ge Yu and the Celestials, he hadn’t lost his perception entirely.
To be honest.
Don’t let that icy-chunk-cool look fool you; deep down, Little Li was feeling pretty unsteady.
The opponent was once a being that could recreate Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Yun Meng Xian was left as but a lingering soul, while the bl**d God still had his body intact; even in its wounded state, it surpassed the existence of this world.
If he had any confidence now, that would just be overconfidence…
“I’m back.”
Suddenly, a burst of cold softness radiated from his palm.
Li Mo turned to see Ying Bing right behind him, fixating on him. Though her eyes were squinted, her reflection was crystal clear and vibrant.
“Cold chunk, you didn’t circle around the City of Divine Beings, did you?”
“?”
While they spoke, a chilling voice from above interrupted:
“You must’ve guessed by now; this trial for the Celestials is unlike any before. I might as well…”
The terrifying voice buzzed ominously.
Li Mo coughed lightly and said, “I was just curious why you didn’t get lost.”
“Li Mo, the City of Divine Beings isn’t a circle.”
bl**d God: “?”
With that sudden detour, even a being as fearful as he seemed a little thrown off, the tension dissipated.
“Alright, alright…”
“Alright, you’d better be ready to d*e!”
Li Mo shot up into the sky.
In the next moment, Ying Bing vanished from the original spot.
He wasn’t foolish; knowing the opponent aimed to open that rift, he wouldn’t just stand by and let them fulfill their plans like a boss’s introduction scene in a game.
So he unleashed the first move of the Fighting King’s ultimate technique, a combo attack.
Cold chunk synced perfectly with him, and together they unleashed a power that even deities couldn’t withstand.
They stood on either side.
Ying Bing aimed to slash at the arm that had been severed once before and was now reattached.
In a blaze of white light, the sword’s brilliance transcended expectations, crossing the rift in time.
Pop—
That arm was sliced cleanly off.
Not far away.
Clang—
The freshly forged Divine Sword’s edge was sharp enough to sever the extraordinary, including the bl**d energy and filth clinging to the bluish-black arm.
That clang was the sound of steel biting into bone before getting hammered down.
At this moment.
The crowd could clearly see the bl**d God’s two arms break apart, sending violent bl**d mist swirling around.
That strike not only severed limbs but also touched its very essence.
Boom—
As if to counter the overpowering force of myriad beings, both arms exploded into a rain of bl**d, marking the sky with streaks reminiscent of intricate patterns on a white wall.
At this time.
On the outside, the shadow of the National Landscape Painting had begun to get chaotic, the image growing increasingly blurred.
Something was interfering from within.
“Daring to act yet not letting the world see?”
Emperor Jingtai’s face flushed with sickly color, his breath weak, but the sarcasm was palpable.
Someone was manipulating the power of the National Landscape Painting, affecting the City of Divine Beings.
He was struggling against that will for control.
But even as the great emperor of Da Yu, he could hardly withstand it for long.
“Why is the National Landscape Painting getting blurry?”
“Could it be Huanmo Sect’s doing? They shouldn’t be able to affect the luck artifact, right?”
“What did the Huanmo Sect’s primordial spirit mean when they said the City of Divine Beings was doomed?”
“But isn’t the City of Divine Beings within the National Landscape Painting? With royal power and the emperor holding it down, how could it possibly lose control?”
“Fortunately, Young Hero Li and Cold Fairy have severed both arms…”
“Wait! Look!”
Someone suddenly pointed at the gap in the National Landscape Painting—one that had no arms supporting it.
The two arms had clearly exploded into bl**d rain.
Yet…
The rift was still widening!
And the speed of that expansion was even faster than before!
