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Chapter 396 Today, I will act in the name of the Goddess of the Luo River!!!

On the Arctic ice plains where wind and snow howl.

Luo Qinglian hung in the sky, her ice-blue dress fluttering even without wind.

The eerie blue light emanating from his body was like a cold tide surging from the deepest part of the Arctic sea, instantly staining the entire sky.

The gloomy, leaden clouds were dispersed.

The starlight and flowing aurora borealis paled in comparison to this pure blue backdrop.

The enormous blue halo, like a crown of a god, enveloped the entire battlefield.

Directly in front of her.

That lava giant riding on fire.

For the first time, his steps became noticeably slower.

Its two orbs, like blood-red moons hanging high in the sky, were locked onto the blue figure high above.

What surged within was no longer pure tyranny, but a solemnity mixed with astonishment and fear.

The gaping maw of lava flowed open and closed, its roar like a volcano erupting from the depths of the earth.

It instantly drowned out the roar of a million-strong army charging forward.

The message was clearly transmitted throughout the entire battlefield:
"Luo Qinglian! Don't you want to live?!"

The roar was filled with disbelief and questioning.

Above the sky, Luo Qinglian's expression remained completely unchanged.

Her exquisitely beautiful face looked like an ice sculpture under the blue light.

Faced with this roar that could make even a fourth-tier expert tremble, she responded with only one word.

A single, resolute word:
"kill!"

The instant the word "kill" was uttered.

Luo Qinglian's figure then disappeared.

It was as if she had completely melted into the blue sky that she ruled.

The next moment!
She had appeared directly in front of the lava giant's enormous head.

They were so close, it felt like they could touch them.

Behind her, the blue light that filled the sky suddenly surged.

No longer a static halo, it transformed into a surging, roaring, towering wave!

Endless, deep blue water appeared out of nowhere, as if the sky had transformed into a vast ocean.

Luo Qinglian is the master of this vast ocean, controlling floods powerful enough to submerge the continent.

It crashed down on the lava giant.

"Roar--!"

The lava giant let out a deafening roar.

Its massive body suddenly spun around, trying to avoid the deadly torrent that was restraining it.

At the same time, it subconsciously turned its head, its giant blood-red eyes sweeping towards the depths of the army of life-destroying ghosts behind it, which was also illuminated by blue light, as if searching for something.

"Black Knight!!!"

A roar filled with fury and command erupted from its mouth.

The sound wave shook the nearby elite ghosts.

However, all that responded to it was deathly silence.

The servant who should have been by its side like its most loyal shadow.

It has vanished without a trace.

Not even a trace of its breath remained.

The rage of betrayal instantly ignited flames all over the lava giant's body.

Its dark red magma surged violently as if out of control, and dazzling golden-red light burst forth from the cracks in its obsidian-like body.

"Waste! They are all waste!!"

It roared furiously, and its Blood Moon Eyes instantly locked onto the group behind it who were also intimidated by Luo Qinglian's terrifying power.

Dozens of royal ghosts hesitated to move forward.

But Luo Qinglian wouldn't give it any chance to vent.

Boom! ! !

The raging, dark blue floodwaters completely engulfed the massive body of the lava giant.

The expected earth-shattering explosion did not occur.

The surging blue torrent seemed to possess some strange power; it did not destroy the opponent with pure impact, but rather imprisoned the lava giant within it.

Inside the water sphere, the extreme cold power frantically eroded the lava and flames on the giant's body.

It made a hissing, piercing sound.

Large swaths of steam rose and were instantly frozen into ice crystal powder.

The giant struggled frantically, its power enough to shake mountains striking the inner wall of the water sphere, but it only stirred up violent ripples, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, unable to break through it!

And this water sphere is carrying it, rapidly rising towards the higher heavens.

"Luo Qinglian! What do you want to do?!"

The giant's roar, a mixture of shock and rage, echoed inside the water sphere, carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic.

Luo Qinglian's figure hovered outside the water sphere, her ice-blue dress fluttering in the wind.

She didn't answer, but simply extended her slender finger and pointed it at the water sphere from afar.

hum-

The water sphere suddenly accelerated its rotation, dragging the lava giant with irresistible force, like a meteorite banished by the gods, rapidly flying towards the dome.

It's likely that Luo Qinglian thought this way even before the war started.

This fire giant's size and fighting power are terrifying.

It posed too great a threat to their human army, and its destructive power was too great.

I reckon even a slight bump would kill a whole bunch of people.

That's why Luo Qinglian moved her battle with the fire giant to the sky.

"kill--!!!"

On the ground, there were more than a dozen fourth-tier generals who witnessed Luo Shen banishing the fire giant to the heavens.

There was no longer any attempt to conceal it.

Shi Gandang's beard and hair bristled as he pointed directly at the surging tide of ghostly spirits ahead, his roar splitting the clouds and piercing the rocks.

Zhao Haifeng, Sun Zhenyue, and others followed closely behind.

His blood and energy erupted, transforming into more than a dozen streaks of light that tore through the sky, leading the million-strong human coalition behind him like a raging torrent that crashed headlong into the army of the Fate Demons.

A winch made of steel and flesh.

It closed with a roar on the vast ice plains outside the Broken Ridge Gate.

Fang Qingyu hovered high in the air at the edge of the battlefield.

Her starry eyes calmly watched the war that had just broken out below.

Luo Qinglian's choice was within his expectations; the fire giant was too threatening and had to be isolated.

Now, it's his turn.

They should kill more of these high-level combatants.

That way, fewer soldiers will be sacrificed.

Therefore, everyone must give it their all at this moment.

为的
The goal is to see if we can bring more people back.

Fang Qingyu's goal was to strike directly behind the army of the Ghosts.

As quickly as possible, eliminate their command core and disrupt their formation.

To minimize the pressure on the army below.

However, just as Fang Qingyu was about to charge towards the rear of the Ghost Army.

A shadow of darkness gradually enveloped Fang Qingyu's vision.

The red and blue light flashing in the sky, and the boiling battlefield below, were erased.

The darkness, so dense it seemed impenetrable, instantly swallowed everything.

One second they were on a deafening battlefield.

The next second, they fell into absolute nothingness and deathly silence.

Fang Qingyu's figure was completely shrouded in this pure darkness.

It was as if they had been stripped away from the entire world.

The Milky Way seemed to shift subtly in the depths of her starry eyes.

Fang Qingyu surveyed the absolute darkness that isolated him from all senses.

His expression showed no sign of panic.

A calm voice broke the deathly silence, carrying a hint of understanding:
"Black Duke?"

The words have not yet fallen.

The darkness ahead began to writhe like a viscous swamp.

A shapeless, muddy black shadow, seemingly composed of the purest form of shadow, slowly coalesced into shape.

It has no facial features, no limbs, only a constantly shifting shadow.

Black lettering was projected above his head.

The Shadow Thief

This was the first time Fang Qingyu had ever seen this race of Fate Ghosts.

"I'm sorry, Captain Fang."

A dry voice rang directly in Fang Qingyu's mind, "We have already paid a heavy price this time, and I cannot let you slaughter our elites."

Fang Qingyu almost laughed when he heard a ghost apologizing to him, but he held it in.

cost?

Fang Qingyu recalled Hong Qitian's words.

A faint smile curved his lips: "The price you're referring to, is it sacrificing your royal bloodline?"

hum-

Hear this.

The writhing, shadowy mass of mud suddenly trembled violently.

And just then, Black Duke experienced a violent fluctuation.

For a fleeting moment, this dark space became unstable.

Fang Qingyu made a move!
Since you know...

Black Duke's dry voice carried a hint of suppressed killing intent. His shadow body quickly solidified, transforming into a relatively clear, faceless humanoid silhouette shrouded in a black robe. It stepped out from the deeper darkness, attempting to stabilize this area.

"Then I definitely won't let you go out, Captain Fang."

However, Fang Qingyu acted faster than he spoke.

Clang——

The sharp cry of the Dragon Sparrow's Blade of Calamity suddenly rang out in the absolute silence of the darkness.

at the same time.

Changes began to occur in Fang Qingyu.

A dense darkness, like a living thing, surged wildly from the shadows beneath his feet.

These pure shadows instantly intertwined and coalesced, transforming into a wide, heavy, jet-black trench coat with flowing black flames at the edges, which silently draped over Fang Qingyu's body.

The trench coat moved automatically and rustled even without wind.

The moment the trench coat was put on, Fang Qingyu slowly raised his head.

Those eyes, which once held the power of a swirling galaxy, were now completely filled with pure blackness.

There is no white in the eye, and no pupil.

There are only two rounds of absolute darkness.

Fang Qingyu raised his completely black eyes and looked at Hei Jue, who had just solidified his form.

"Feel sorry,"

Fang Qingyu's voice remained calm, "You probably don't know me very well."

"dark."

"This is my home turf too!"

boom--

The power of the Boundary Patrolman controls the origins of light and darkness.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu completely transformed into the ruler of darkness.

Centered on him, an even more powerful darkness erupted.

Like ink dripping into clear water, it began to frantically erode and assimilate, devouring the space that Black Duke had created.

"impossible!!"

Black Duke's faceless head twisted violently.

He had never encountered anything that could, within the absolute darkness he controlled, reverse his control over the darkness.

This completely subverted his cognition.

However, the dark power that surged forth like a tide belonged to Fang Qingyu.

Far surpassing him.

It is truly tearing apart the boundaries of his domain.

……

Outside the gate of the broken spine.

Icefield Battlefield.

As Luo Qinglian's blue light curtain enveloped the sky, as the fire giant was swept away and banished by the Milky Way, as the million-strong army collided with the heavens like a raging torrent bursting its banks.
The scroll of hell is fully unfolding on earth.

"Roar--!!!"

"Kill them all!!!"

"For the Federation! For humanity—!!!"

Roars, howls, the piercing clang of clashing weapons, the dull thud of breaking bones, the splattering sound of blades tearing through flesh, the wails of the dying.
Countless sounds instantly engulfed the entire ice field.

The demon spewed scorching fireballs that exploded amidst the dense human formation, instantly vaporizing several warriors.

All that remained were charred marks and a pungent, burnt smell.

There were also giant skeletons covered in heavy bone armor, shaped like battering rams, which, despite the attacks from the cultists in the distance, crashed into the human ranks.

The sturdy bone shield twisted and deformed under its terrifying brute force.

The shield-wielding warrior coughed up blood and flew backward, instantly tearing a huge gap in the battle line.

Countless ferocious, elite ghosts were like sharks that had smelled blood.

They screamed and poured in frantically through the gap.

"Hold on! Hold on for me!!"

A federal officer, his face covered in blood and eyes blazing with fury, brandished his sword and slashed down a venomous hound that lunged at him, roaring at the top of his lungs.

"Cultists! Ice wall! Quickly!"

Several ice-elemental cultists joined forces, gritting their teeth as they frantically poured their remaining power into the ground.

A wall of ice, several meters thick and over ten meters high, rapidly solidified at the gap.

However, before the ice wall was fully formed, several lava hounds spewed out streams of scorching lava and crashed into it.

laugh--!
Boom!

The ice wall trembled violently, large amounts of steam rose, and the solid ice melted and cracked rapidly under the high temperature.

It only lasted for less than three breaths before collapsing under the frenzied onslaught of the Death Demon.

Shattered ice mixed with scalding lava splashed everywhere.

In an instant, it burned and knocked down several soldiers who couldn't dodge in time.

"what--!"

A young soldier was splashed with scalding lava on his arm, letting out a piercing scream as his entire arm was instantly charred and carbonized.

His companions were about to drag him back.

A bone spear, swift as lightning, pierced through the chest of his companion.

A similar scenario.
This is constantly unfolding across the entire battlefield.

Despair spread like a plague in the areas where the front lines were torn apart.

……

And in a corner of this chaotic and bloody battlefield.

The deep blue Dawn Legion was like a rock that stood firm amidst raging waves.

But unlike the previous overwhelming success.

At this moment, the Dawn Legion is also caught in an unprecedentedly fierce battle.

Their formation remained solid, with three-person groups and five-person teams cooperating exquisitely and efficiently.

Amidst the flashing of swords and the clash of blades.

Even those of the same rank continued to fall at their hands.

However, the effect is not as good as before.

This resulted in an increasing number of deadly ghosts piling up in front of them.
Like a black, raging tide crashing against the rocks.

One wave after another!
"Left side! Tier 3 Bone Spike Demon! Rat, Old Qin, follow me!"

Lin Kang, who had just broken through to the third rank not long ago, spoke with a voice as cold as ice.

The long sword in his hand transformed into a streak of cold light.

He precisely parried a pale white bone spur that shot towards him, and his figure rushed forward like lightning.

Together with Qi Hao and Lao Qin, they instantly formed a triangular strangulation formation.

The third-tier Bone Spike Demon, attempting a flanking attack, was engulfed in a sea of blades. "Behind you! Watch out for acid!"

Duan Ling shouted and swung her spear, accurately piercing the neck of a corrosive beast that was trying to spew acid from behind.

He then gripped the gun handle and flung it away with a sudden burst of strength.

It crashed into the horde of ghosts.

But the pressure weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Because they can barely maintain their formation at the moment.

It was all thanks to Ji Wuyai that he stood at the very front of the Dawn Legion.

He distanced himself from the main force, alone with his sword.

Alone, he faced the most ferocious of the elite members of the Death Demons, who surged towards him like a tidal wave.

It was precisely because of him, this god of war, standing at the forefront, that he attracted the fiercest firepower.

Only then could the rear lines of the Dawn Legion barely hold on.

Unlike other areas, it was not instantly destroyed.

"What the hell are you leftists doing?! Get them moving! The wounded retreat immediately! The people behind fill in! Hurry!!"

Chu Kuanglan's roar was like thunder, echoing throughout the Dawn Army formation.

He was covered in blood, as if he had been pulled out of a pool of blood. Every sweep of his massive sword, as large as a door panel, was like a storm passing through, clearing out a large fan-shaped area.

But the Ghost of Fate replenishes itself too quickly.

The space that had just been cleared was instantly filled with hideous faces again.

Wei Banmeng's aloof figure moved through the formation like a ghost.

The Xuan Chi twin blades transformed into two dark blue arcs of light in her hands.

Each flash was accompanied by a vital point being pierced by a deadly demon.

Her voice was frighteningly calm, precisely directing the coordination and support points of each squad.

Lu Jiuyuan was surrounded by sword energy, and sword light rained down, protecting an area.

The other three tiers were also engaged in fierce fighting in their respective positions.

Everyone was on edge.

They were able to hold on because of their willpower, teamwork, and support from Ji Wuyai, which far exceeded that of ordinary troops.

But news of desperate cries and collapsing front lines came from other directions.

It cast a shadow over everyone's heart.

Qingzi Xiaojiang
Where are you?

……

Hundreds of meters away from the edge of the main battlefield.

On a relatively raised, open ice-rock plateau.

Hua Jing and A Lin were ignoring the guards' attempts to stop them and were climbing upwards using both their hands and feet.

Behind them, several guards had expressions of anxiety and helplessness on their faces.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and rushed up after them.

"Here! This is where the view is the best!"

Arlene was panting heavily, her cheeks red from the cold, but her eyes shone brightly as she quickly set up the heavy broadcasting equipment.

Hua Jing didn't speak, but quickly set up another camera. Her cold fingers trembled slightly from the force, but she forced herself to calm down.

He skillfully checked the lines and turned on the bright red button that symbolized an emergency live broadcast.

The traffic lights were flashing wildly.

They forcibly accessed the communication networks of all cities behind the Arctic.

"This place is far too dangerous! The flying ghosts could appear at any moment."

A guard shouted anxiously.

He cautiously surveyed the sky, which was reddened by the flames of the battlefield.

Hua Jing turned her head sharply, her face still flushed from running: "We died once when the stronghold was surrounded by hundreds of royals!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the howling of the wind and snow.

"What we fear now is not death."

She took a deep breath and glanced down at the battlefield below, which resembled a hellish furnace.

Watching those figures fighting bloody battles in the firelight and darkness, falling one after another.

"What we fear is that the people behind us won't see this scene."

"Wait until the day when the truth is really revealed."

"I hope that ordinary people, those who live under the sun of peace, can clearly see who is using their own flesh and blood to shield them from the torrent of hell beneath the surface of their peaceful lives."

Arlene nodded vigorously, her eyes already red-rimmed.

She spoke into the camera, her voice trembling slightly, yet she tried her best to remain professional: "Friends of the Federation! This is the Broken Ridge Gate on the Arctic front! The final battle between humanity and the Death Demons has begun! I am war correspondent Arlene! My colleague Hua Jing and I are bringing you the most authentic reports from the edge of the battlefield."

The camera pans down.

The screen was shaking violently.

It was accompanied by the roar of an explosion and piercing screams.

In the scene, Ji Wuyai's white hair is stained with blood, and he wields his sword like the wind, his sword energy crisscrossing.

It forcefully cleaved a vacuum zone in the tide of life and death.

The corpses at our feet were piled up like a mountain!
"And over there, that's General Shi Gandang's troops! Their shield formation was just breached by the Lava Ghosts."

Arlene's voice suddenly stopped.

The camera suddenly shifted to the other side.

In the scene, a torrent of scorching lava swept across, instantly engulfing more than a dozen Federation soldiers who were at the front, holding up giant shields.

The piercing screams abruptly ceased, leaving only twisted, charred metal and a human silhouette that had instantly vaporized.

The gap was instantly filled by the hideous demon of fate.

The soldiers who followed, their eyes red, roared and blocked the way with their bodies.

Hua Jing was speechless.

The camera captured a young soldier pinned to the ground with a bone spear piercing his abdomen.

Blood and foam kept gushing from his mouth.

Yet he still struggled to grab the battle sword that had fallen not far away.

A medic rushed past him.

His throat was ripped open by a venomous hound that pounced from the side.
“Our soldiers are bleeding and sacrificing themselves.” Arlene’s voice choked with sobs, filled with helplessness.

"People are falling every second, but they don't retreat! Not even a single step!"

The camera pans across various parts of the battlefield.

The martial artist, despite being pounced on and bitten by several demons, still clung tightly to one of them, which was biting his neck.

He used his body to shield his companions from the acid.

A cultist whose body was half-corroded to the point of exposing his bones, yet he was still casting ice spells.

The veteran, despite having lost an arm, still used his teeth to bite the dagger and lunge at the enemy.
Cruel, bloody, and desperate
Yet it is also filled with a suffocating sense of tragedy and indomitable spirit.

"Do you see that, my fellow citizens of the Federation!"

Hua Jing's voice came through the camera: "This is the battlefield. Please remember their faces, remember tonight, remember the Arctic!"

The guards stopped trying to dissuade them.

They silently dispersed, their backs to Hua Jing and A Lin.

Facing the dark void beyond the battlefield.

"Take all the pictures you want!"

The captain of the guards spoke in a hoarse voice, his voice filled with a sense of certain death.

"We cannot guarantee your survival. But we can guarantee that no evil spirits will be able to affect you before we die!"

Hua Jing and A Lin didn't turn around, they just nodded vigorously.

They poured all their attention into the camera lens in front of them.

We must faithfully convey the image of this hellish place.

……

Just as the ground battlefield was locked in its most brutal stalemate.

Every inch of land was repeatedly soaked in blood and life.

Above the sky, which was bathed in Luo Qinglian's blue radiance, a sudden change occurred.

boom--

A terrifying roar, as if stars were exploding, accompanied by a scream filled with pain and rage, suddenly erupted from the depths of the highest heavens.

"Luo Qinglian!!!"

The entire battlefield, whether human or ghost.

They were all shaken by the roar that came from beyond the sky, and subconsciously looked up.

A colossal figure, engulfed in raging flames, plummeted from the highest heavens like a meteorite struck by a divine hammer, rapidly descending towards the densest area of the army of life-destroying demons below.

It's that lava giant.

The dark red lava that once flowed on its massive body has now become dull and lifeless.

The obsidian covering the body was covered with terrifying, spiderweb-like cracks.

Golden-red light shone through the crack.

Within those two blood-moon eyes.

It was filled with shock, anger, humiliation, and a hint of fear!
Boom——

The giant crashed heavily into the center of the army of demons!
The earth trembled and cracked violently, like a fragile eggshell.

A huge crater with a diameter of over several hundred meters was formed in an instant.

A violent shockwave, mixed with scorching flames and lava fragments, swept wildly in all directions.

The hundreds of elite ghosts closest to the attack were instantly crushed before they could even utter a complete scream.

In an instant, chaos erupted in the center of the Ghost Army, with men and horses falling and horses collapsing.

The giant struggled to his knees and rise from the deep pit.

It appeared to be seriously injured, its movements noticeably sluggish.

It abruptly raised its head, its blood-moon eyes fixed on the slowly descending icy blue figure high in the sky, and let out a roar that shook the entire Arctic ice plains:

"Luo Qinglian! Do you think that killing me now will atone for everything you've done before?!"

This roar resounded in the ears of every soldier who fought valiantly.

"Atonement?"

What did the Goddess of the Luo River do?

"What do you mean?"

A look of bewilderment instantly appeared on the faces of countless soldiers who had fought valiantly.

The name of the Goddess of the Luo River has protected the North Pole for three hundred years.

It is the spiritual pillar and belief of countless people present.

The dozen or so fourth-tier generals, as well as the fourth-tier powerhouses scattered throughout the battlefield.

Upon hearing this question, everyone involuntarily slowed down for a second.

A complex and unreadable expression appeared on his face.

in silence.

Within the Dawn Army formation, Lin Yu and several dozen others abruptly stopped what they were doing.

His expression was complicated.

Hua Jing and A Lin on the high ground also immediately covered their mouths.

His face was as white as paper.

At this moment, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

The human warrior's eyes were filled with confusion.

Countless gazes were cast in unison towards the solitary, icy blue figure high in the sky.

Luo Qinglian floated in the air.

The ice-blue dress, illuminated by the firelight of the battlefield below, seemed to burn with a ghostly blue flame.

Facing the gaze of millions below and the vicious accusations of the fire giant, a relieved smile slowly appeared on her face.

She offered no explanation, showed no anger, and didn't even look down at anyone below.

She simply and gently, step by step, ascended once again towards the top of the sky, which was tinged with a deep blue by her power.

With each step, a ripple of icy blue spreads out beneath one's feet.

It felt as if I was stepping on an invisible staircase.

The clear, calm voice, like an ice bead falling onto a jade plate, resounded distinctly across the deathly silent battlefield, reaching the ears of everyone present.

"yes."

She tilted her head slightly, as if looking back on her long three hundred years.

His tone carried a sense of calm and acceptance, as if everything had settled down.

"I, Luo Qinglian, have done many things in my life."

"I once saved a city of millions of people, fighting for their lives amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

"I have killed countless dead, and my blood-stained footprints have covered the Arctic ice fields."

“I once fought against a god who tried to bewitch people and enslave my people. Although I was badly wounded, I never retreated a step.”

Her voice paused, her beautiful face reflecting the moment.

For the first time in front of the world, a hint of weariness and guilt surfaced.

"I, too," her voice lowered, yet still resonated clearly in everyone's hearts, "harmed 136 people in order to prolong my own life."

Despite prior suspicions, it was only when Luo Qinglian calmly admitted it herself that the truth came to light.

The human side on the entire battlefield.
Morale plummeted instantly.

Crash! Bang!
Countless soldiers dropped their weapons.

It crashed onto the ice or onto the corpse of its companion, making a piercing sound.

"No, it's impossible."

"The Goddess of the Luo River. She."

“Why. Why is this happening?”

The despair of collapsing faith, like a cold tide, instantly overwhelmed countless warriors.

Many people slumped to the ground, looking utterly dejected, their eyes vacant.

The beliefs for which they fought and sacrificed shattered at this moment.

Deep within, the fire giant let out a triumphant and ferocious laugh.

"Hahaha! Did you hear that?! The goddess you revere as a deity is nothing but a vile traitor who sells her own people to survive! Hypocritical! Shameless! Whom are you still fighting for?!"

Faced with the giant's mockery and countless gazes below, filled with pain, doubt, or despair.

Luo Qinglian did not stop.

She had reached the top of the sky, beneath the deep blue canopy.

Her ice-blue long dress and hair danced wildly in the invisible wind.

The radiance emanating from his body grew ever brighter and purer.

She slowly raised her hands, as if embracing the entire sky.

Those eyes, as clear as a cold pool, shone with an astonishing brightness at that moment.

She looked down at the laughing lava giant below, at the battlefield whose morale she had shattered with her words, and at the land she had protected for three hundred years and carried the burden of guilt for three hundred years.

The cold, clear voice rang out again.

This time, however, it resounded like a great bell, echoing throughout the universe:

"But you said that even if I killed you, it wouldn't be enough to atone for my sins."

Luo Qinglian's voice suddenly rose, like a raging storm in an icy sea, sweeping across the heavens and earth:
"I disagree with that!"

The moment the words fell!
Centered on her, the deep blue light that had permeated the entire sky suddenly burst forth with countless times its original brilliance.

It was as if an ice-blue sun had suddenly ignited in the Arctic night sky.

The blue light was like a bursting dam of stars.

It gushed out of her body without reservation!

"Today! I, Luo Qinglian!"

Her voice, like a divine pronouncement, echoed amidst endless radiance: "In the name of the Goddess of the Luo River."

Luo Qinglian's words had not yet finished
The fire giant couldn't help but stand up and roar in terror at the sky.

"You're insane! You're a madman!!"

He roared as he ran toward the rear of the battlefield.

"Are you fucking tired of living?!"

Luo Qinglian seemed not to hear her and continued talking to herself.

"Announcing: There are no more ghosts in the Arctic!!!"

Every word struck the hearts of every living being on the battlefield with a resounding thud.