I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 799 Death and Injury

Within the same level, the rules are invincible.

These words are not without purpose.

Rules are the most reasonable and the most unreasonable thing.

There is almost no chance of survival in a one-on-one situation, and even if you resist, it will only delay your own death, unless you are lucky enough to trigger the secret of survival of this rule.

The secret of the rules of the strange story of the Eye of the Sea in the Extreme Frost Land has always been a mystery. We only know that it is harmless if we don't intentionally wake it up when it is dormant. Once it wakes up, it will unleash a long-lasting storm.

Under the power of such rules, people have no way of finding the answer and can only confront it head-on.

The already icy sea of ​​frost was even colder at this moment. The surface of the ice was cracked and broken, and the underground river below was bottomless. Countless large and heavy ice rocks were caught in the storm. If there was any life in it, it would be crushed into meat paste in a moment.

However, it is in this seemingly hopeless place of life that the spiritual masters of the Extreme Frost Sea are hiding.

In the center of more than a dozen tornadoes that seemed to connect heaven and earth, magic patterns densely circled an area. Compared with the violent ice, snow and waves, these magic patterns were very weak, but they were truly powerful enough to compete with them, protecting the safety of this world, blocking the storm from expanding outward, and forming a minefield barrier here - if Yangmai wanted to enter Fanchangtian from here, he had to break through this storm.

Even so, the situation of a group of spiritualists in the Extreme Frost Sea is not optimistic.

With their combined efforts, they did manage to hold the front line without causing any casualties, but everyone knew that this was only temporary.

The spiritual power of spiritual masters is not infinite. Their spiritual power is consumed over time, but the storm of rules seems to be accumulating power over time. In this situation where one is decreasing while the other is increasing, the final result can be imagined.

At this point, no one at the scene blamed Yan Yan anymore - even if they did, it wouldn't solve the problem.

They had no way to retreat and could only hold on until rescued.

"We have persisted for so long, when will the throne come?"

"I'm afraid the Shadow King might be held back by the Sun Throne."

"What about Everdream!?"

As Yongmengxiang appeared, there was a brief silence at the scene, and everyone's attention turned to the faces of Yan Yan and Yan Zichun.

It is not difficult to see that they have greater hope for Everdream than for the throne to save them.

It is obvious that the closest place to the Extreme Frost Sea is Yi Zi Yuan, and Yin Yue Throne Du Shi Ru has lived in Yi Zi Yuan for a long time. With the ability of the throne, he can reach the Extreme Frost Sea in a blink of an eye.

If Du Shiru wanted to save them, he should have arrived long ago.

It is precisely because they understand this that the spiritualists of the Frost Sea do not have much confidence in the support from the Throne.

Facing gazes from all directions, Yan Yan and Yan Zichun did not react.

They were able to keep their composure, but others were not. They were constantly under the power of the storm, and the magic patterns that were constantly breaking and repairing were also hitting their minds.

"Yan Zichun, take out all your trump cards!"

Compared to Yan Yan, who used the sect leader's order to keep everyone here and then did not take any special actions, Yan Zichun's performance undoubtedly attracted more attention.

"Do you have a way to contact the Night Wanderer? This storm rule has the effect of cutting off sound transmission. Our sound transmission spirit patterns cannot be sent out, but there are countless secret techniques in the Eternal Dreamland. The fusion technique in your hand must have been obtained from the Night Wanderer!"

"Now that it has come to this, there is no need to hide it any longer!"

Yan Zichun glanced sideways.

She did have a way to pass on news to the outside world, and she knew that the Night Messenger was already taking action and preparing to rush here.

It is precisely because of these accurate sources of information that she can remain calm in the face of the seemingly desperate situation and still stay here.

Even if there is a one in ten thousand chance of an accident happening, she has a trump card to escape from danger on her own.

But it is obvious that the other people in the Extreme Frost Sea are different from her who possesses the Yin Shen Di Shu. They are actually facing the danger of life and death.

Yan Zichun's mind was turning for only a second.

In just one second, the situation on the scene took a sharp turn for the worse!

Someone's spiritual poison suddenly erupted.

The balance was broken by this person.

The magic shield was broken, and was immediately crushed by the storm. Following the breakthrough, it devoured the defenses in all directions.

The spiritual masters at the scene were seriously injured and vomited blood one after another.

Fortunately, we are all experienced people.

On one hand, they were suppressing the spiritual poison that was corroding the mad spiritual master, while on the other hand, they were urgently repairing their spells to resist the storm.

Their living space has become smaller.

Yan Zichun immediately threw out all the anti-poison pills in his Ruyi bag, "Eat them all, don't die from the spiritual poison before you die in battle, the Night Traveler is on his way."

The last words lifted everyone's spirits.

"Yan Zichun, is the news accurate? How long will it take?"

As for the source of the news, no one cares anymore and just wants to confirm the authenticity of the news.

Yan Zichun said: "Just hold on."

The exact time was not mentioned in the Yin Shen Di Shu, and her current situation did not make it convenient for her soul to enter the sleepwalking state to inquire.

"What time is it and you're still playing dumb!"

Yan Zichun did not respond to this.

The pressure at every minute and every second far exceeded the pressure at the beginning. Their living space shrank step by step, and finally everyone could only huddle together. The innermost were people who had exhausted their spiritual energy and were recuperating. The remaining spellcasting spiritualists on the periphery were also pale, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that they could not hold on any longer.

In a depressing atmosphere.

"Yan Zichun." The person who spoke was Yan Yan.

Yan Zichun said: "Sect Master."

Yan Yan looked at her.

Without any words, Yan Zichun understood what he meant.

Before, someone asked her almost every few seconds how long it would take for the reinforcements to arrive, but later no one was able to speak and could only signal with their eyes.

Yan Zichun also knew that everyone had reached their limit, even she was about to run out of spiritual energy.

Yan Zichun frowned, made a quick decision, and said, "Sect Master, give me five breaths of time."

Yan Yan nodded.

At this time, the lack of one person's spiritual energy output is a burden for everyone else.

However, no one raised any objection. They all understood that the few seconds Yan Zichun mentioned were to buy hope for their people.

Yan Zichun put his hands away and sat cross-legged, his soul entering a sleepwalking state.

As soon as he entered the sleepwalking realm, Yan Zichun contacted the familiar Night Walker and went straight to the point to ask about support.

"You've asked the right person. I'm in the support team, and His Highness is leading the team himself."

Mi Feixue is here?

This news is too important for the Extreme Frost Sea.

The weight of the name Mi Feixue is comparable to that of the throne.

In Yan Zichun's heart, Mi Feixue's role is even greater than that of the throne.

She did not exchange any extra greetings with the other party and was about to leave the sleepwalking state to take the message out. At this moment, her soul was shaken by external factors.

This shock did not cause any real harm to Yan Zichun. As soon as he felt it slightly, it was isolated and dissolved in the sleepwalking state.

Yan Yan's voice seemed to be separated by a thin membrane, and it reached her from far away, "Yan Zichun, wake up."

Yan Zichun suddenly opened his eyes and his pupils shrank suddenly.

In the sight, there was the back of the sect elder being pierced by the fire stone falling from the sky, and the next second the back turned into ashes.