Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 125 The Snow Empress Who Was Ambushed
"Then let's find a suitable hiding place as soon as possible."

Seeing that Yin Chen had no objections and completely trusted her judgment, Zhang Lexuan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She carefully observed her surroundings again, her mental energy meticulously scanning every inch of the ice wall and snow mound.

"there."

She quickly pointed to an iceberg in the distance that looked relatively stable, sheltered from the wind, and had several deep cracks.

"The mountain structure looks quite solid and is not likely to collapse due to the aftershocks of the battle. Those ice crevasses may provide us with shelter."

Without further delay, the two braved the increasingly fierce wind and snow, carefully moving towards the iceberg.

Along the way, they could still feel the earth trembling from time to time, and the alternating, soul-stirring golden and icy blue light flashing in the distant sky.

Finally, they stopped in a relatively secluded crevice, with enough space inside to accommodate several people, and a huge icicle blocking the entrance.

Zhang Lexuan carefully inspected the interior and only felt slightly relieved after confirming that there were no signs of soul beasts dwelling there and that the structure was stable.

She cleared a clean area and then took out some special fluorite from her soul tool that could provide a faint warmth and light, placing it around the area to dispel some of the chill and darkness.

Let's rest here for now.

Zhang Lexuan's voice sounded somewhat low in the confined space.

"We take turns on duty, keeping an eye on the outside world. If we find anything amiss, we will evacuate immediately."

Yin Chen nodded in agreement, sat down near the entrance, and volunteered to take on the first round of guard duty.

Beyond the ice crevice lies a raging northern storm, the roars of soul beasts, and the clashes of powerful beings.

Within the ice crevice lies a brief moment of tranquility and a stifling wait.

Yin Chen peered through the cracks in the ice shards toward the center of the energy burst, his deep eyes revealing nothing of his thoughts.

Zhang Lexuan sat cross-legged slightly inside, trying to recover her soul power and spirit through meditation, but the aftershocks of the battle in the distance, which were like drums beating against her mind, made it difficult for her to calm down completely.

Waiting became their only option at that moment.

And in this waiting, the gears of fate are silently turning in an unknown direction.

Just as the Snow Emperor's palm, imbued with the will of the far north, was about to completely annihilate Qian Daoliu, turning that hideous Nirvana corpse into icy dust—

An unexpected change occurred without warning.

Behind Xue Di, the once stable space was as if an invisible hand had ripped open a hideous wound.

A deep, twisted spatial rift, exuding an ominous and deathly aura, suddenly appeared.

The crack was not empty; instead, it churned with thick, inky purple-black energy, from which the wails and curses of countless vengeful spirits seeped, instantly polluting the pure northern sky.

Immediately afterwards, a tall, graceful, yet deadly purple figure, like a poisonous rose blooming in the dark night, gracefully and swiftly stepped out from the crack.

In her hand she held a gigantic, purplish-black scythe with a hideous design, shrouded in endless resentment and evil aura—the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

Without words or warning, only a purplish-black blade of light, seemingly capable of severing life and defiling souls, slashed fiercely towards the Snow Emperor's unsuspecting back, like lightning tearing through the sky.

The timing of this attack was extremely precise.

It was precisely at the moment when the Snow Empress's old power had just dissipated and new power had not yet arisen, and her mind had slightly relaxed due to the impending defeat of a powerful enemy, that she found herself in a blind spot. This was also the moment when she was deeply integrated with the will of the far north, confidently controlling the entire situation, leaving no possibility of her being ambushed and able to get close.

Wherever the blade flashed, the space was corroded with dark marks, even the light was swallowed up, and only the endless shrieks of vengeful spirits accompanied the blade flash, becoming the most piercing death knell in this world.

"Pfft——!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh was so clear and cruel in that brief moment when the roar of energy subsided.

Snow Empress's delicate body trembled violently, and her icy blue eyes instantly filled with disbelief, shock, and pain.

The vast and powerful will of the far north surrounding her seemed to have been forcibly severed by this strike, receding rapidly like a tide.

The purplish-black evil energy was like the most poisonous plague, frantically eroding her meridians, soul power, and even her soul.

"Well!"

She let out a muffled groan, her entire body propelled by the terrifying force of the blade light, flying forward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the millennia-old glacier below, as hard as divine iron.

“Rumble——!!!”

Her body carved a massive, bottomless ravine thousands of meters long into the seemingly indestructible glacier.

Ice shards mixed with blood splattered everywhere, reflecting a poignant luster in the dim light.

At the end of the ravine, Xue Di knelt on one knee, using his hand to support himself on the ice to barely keep from falling.

She suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell onto the ice and instantly froze into beautiful, poignant blood droplets.

The dazzling ice-blue divine light surrounding her had dimmed, her gorgeous dress was tattered, revealing a deep, gruesome wound beneath. Dark purple evil energy clung to her like a malignant tumor, constantly coiling around and corroding the wound, preventing it from healing.

Her stunningly beautiful face was as pale as paper, her breath was extremely weak, and her once aloof and cold eyes were now filled with indescribable fragility.

She struggled to lift her head, gazing at the purple figure gracefully descending from the spatial rift in the void, her voice hoarse and filled with incomprehension:
"How can this be?"

She couldn't believe it.

Just now, she resonated with the entire far north; she was the embodiment of this world.

In theory, no energy anomaly or spatial ripple within the far north could escape her perception.

But she was completely unaware that someone was hiding in the interlayer of space right next to her.

She only realized what was happening when the deadly scythe was about to strike her.

She was too confident, too reliant on and trusting of the perception she gained from merging with the will of the far north, but she never expected that the enemy possessed a bizarre method that could perfectly circumvent this perception.

"It seems the plan is going well."

Holding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, a tall and voluptuous woman with an unparalleled beauty that carried a hint of evil charm and elegance, landed lightly in front of Qian Daoliu, who had just struggled to his feet.

She wore a magnificent purple dress and purple high heels, her long, beautiful legs peeking out from under the skirt. Her elegant demeanor was as if she were attending a grand banquet, completely out of place amidst the brutal battlefield around her.

"Yes, she was careless."

Qian Daoliu spoke expressionlessly, his body ablaze with a faint golden-red flame. The effects of "Angel's Breath" were continuing to take hold. Although it couldn't heal all the injuries instantly, the near-death experience was stabilizing at a visible speed. The shattered bones and muscles were slowly repairing themselves under the combined effects of the unique vitality and divine light of the Nirvana Corpse.

(End of this chapter)