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Chapter 437 You should be glad you have a little more time to live!
The words fell.

The torrential dark blue rain from the sky seemed to have been abruptly stopped, as if a giant hand had suddenly choked its source.

at the same time.

A chilling wind, visible to the naked eye, howled in from the distant horizon.

Wherever it passed, even the air itself froze.

Those blue blood beads floating in the air.

Under the sweep of this absolute zero-degree cold wave, it instantly condensed into countless sharp-edged blue ice crystals.

The next moment, rustling
These blue ice crystals seemed to have lost their buoyancy.

It coalesced into a strange blue hailstorm, falling densely in droves.

Then, amidst this vast expanse of blue, icy rain.

A vast, ripple-like wave spread out without warning across the airspace where King Chujiang's head had just disappeared.

The center of the ripples.

An enormous figure began to become clearer from its blurry state.

It appeared faintly.

The figure was wearing the same dark blue, ancient, wide-sleeved robe as before.

The icy hellish scene embroidered in silver thread on the robe seemed to come alive.

But the sleeve of his left arm was empty and hung limply.

In his right hand, he respectfully held a dark-colored scepter that resembled neither jade nor bone.

This figure seemed to connect heaven and earth.

It is merely the outline that is revealed.

It creates a suffocating feeling as if the entire sky is about to collapse.

And that face, rippling in the waves.

It was none other than King Chujiang from before.

However, at this moment he is not a complete physical entity.

It's more like a projection being forcibly cast from a distant place, or rather, the manifestation of its true form descending to this place across endless space.

His entire enormous body rippled continuously with the spatial ripples.

Like a reflection in water, it is extremely unstable.

“Hiss—it’s so cold!”

More than ten kilometers away in the air.

Among the war correspondents protected by Lin Yu's abilities.

Arlene was the first to shiver and rub her arms.

Her soft cry seemed to awaken the others.

Chen Tao suddenly jolted awake.

Only then did he realize with horror that, without his knowledge, his breath had condensed into a clear white mist in the air.

A thin layer of white frost covered the metal casing of the equipment.

He suddenly looked up and around, his pupils contracting sharply.

As far as the eye could see, the sea below was no longer a churning inky black, but had transformed into a solid sheet of ice with a faint blue luster.

And the area of ​​this ice is spreading rapidly toward the horizon at a visible speed, swallowing up all the flowing seawater.

That black bone island that had just experienced a bloody battle.

At this moment, it has completely transformed into a jagged, blue ice sculpture.

It reflected a deathly luster in the dim light of the day.

The remains of the dead ghosts and traces of battle that were originally left on the island were all sealed under a thick layer of ice.

The whole world seemed to be dragged into the Ice Age in just a few dozen seconds.

"The temperature is still dropping rapidly."

A reporter in charge of the equipment environment reported in a trembling voice, his jaw chattering.

And at this moment, it is still hovering above the island.

Fang Qingyu, who was in the very core of this extreme cold storm, narrowed his dark eyes slightly.

The air around him made a faint hissing sound, the sound of the omnipresent cold trying to erode the blood and qi on his body surface, only to be evaporated on its own.

There was no hesitation.

Fang Qingyu's voice, calmly transmitted through the headset to all channels, said: "Back off."

In the command center of the Haijiao-1 submersible, underwater.

The instant Jiang Qi heard Fang Qingyu's order, without any hesitation or questioning, she almost reflexively shouted into the communicator: "All units, highest priority order! Retreat! Retreat immediately! Maximum safe distance!!!"

The order was instantly transmitted via encrypted channel to ten Sea Dragon-class submarines in the deep sea, fourth-tier powerhouses such as Wei Banmeng waiting on the edge of the island, and the battlefield reporter team in the sky.

Deep in the ocean, the engines of ten massive sea dragon submarines roared simultaneously, propelling the ships backward without hesitation, rapidly moving away from the rapidly freezing sea area.

At the edge of the island, Wei Banmeng and the others exchanged glances.

In an instant, their figures transformed into five streaks of different colors, soaring into the sky without the slightest hesitation, speeding towards the approximate direction of the war correspondents' location.

Their task is no longer to stand by and watch.

Instead, it's about receiving and protecting these journalists.

High in the sky, Lin Yu's expression was solemn, and his body shone with a bright blue light. He carried all the personnel and equipment and, together with the apostle who had cast the concealment field, flew backward at the fastest speed.

While holding tightly to the violently shaking equipment stand, Chen Tao kept reminding, "Try to keep the camera steady."

All the cameras remained fixed on that frozen core area.

Despite the rapid retreat and low temperature interference.

The image started shaking violently and producing a lot of noise.

They retreated a full ten kilometers in one go.

However, even after moving more than 20 kilometers away, the surrounding temperature showed no signs of rising.

The scene captured by the camera.

The sky was gradually filled with blue and white ice crystals and distorted cold currents.

The view of that core area became increasingly blurry.

All that could be vaguely seen was the phantom of an old man in blue robes, rising and falling amidst the waves, obscuring the sky and the earth like a nightmare.

"Damn it... Could this be the real King Chujiang?"

Chu Kuanglan hovered next to the reporters and couldn't help but curse.

His body was filled with a crimson aura that surged involuntarily, and his brows furrowed tightly.

This is the power to change the world.

It has already exceeded the scope of the fourth order.

However, just when everyone thought they needed to continue retreating...
"Someone!"

Hua Jing suddenly shouted excitedly.

He pointed his finger intently at the display screen of the high-magnification tracking camera in front of him.

Although the image is full of interfering streaks and distortions caused by the refraction of ice crystals.

But you can still clearly see the center of that frozen world dominated by blue and white.

A striking red dot is slowly rising into the sky.

They stepped into the air and headed towards the huge, undulating phantom.

"what?!"

Chen Tao immediately pounced over, almost pressing his face against the screen.

"Zoom in, quick! Focus! All available equipment, point it at that red dot!"

He gave the command in a hoarse voice, his heart pounding.

The technicians immediately began frantically adjusting the focus and magnification, trying to capture a clearer image in the harsh environment.

The image was slowly and steadily magnified amidst snow and blur.
Finally, the red color became clear.

It was a slender, barefoot figure in a red dress.

It's Jiang Wei.

She is stepping, one step at a time, onto the void.

His steps were slow, as if he were walking on invisible steps, towards the illusory image of King Chujiang in the air.

And with each step Jiang Wei took upwards.

The chill in the frozen space beneath her feet vanished as quickly as if it had met its nemesis.

The blue ice layer visibly melted into water.

It was then instantly evaporated into a misty white vapor by the high temperature.

She was like a walking sun, carrying endless light and heat within this realm of absolute zero.

They forcibly carved out a channel that extends continuously upwards.

As she climbed higher and higher, the area surrounding her expanded, and the thick ice sheet above Iceland emitted a tremendous cracking roar, rapidly melting and collapsing to reveal the charred skeletons beneath.

The blue icy rain falling from the sky vaporized and disappeared without a trace before it even got within a hundred feet of her.

The chill in the entire world was being forcibly dispelled by Jiang Wei.

The frozen sea began to crackle and melt, revealing the dark seawater again, and billowing hot steam rose from the surface.

It seemed about to boil over.

The cold, white mist that filled the sky grew thicker and thicker, gradually enveloping the enormous head of King Chujiang.

This caused his distorted and fluctuating face to appear and disappear in the white mist.

When Jiang Wei finally stopped walking.

She had reached a height in the void where she was completely at eye level with King Chujiang's enormous head.

A woman in a red dress and barefoot stood suspended in the center where the sweltering heat and the lingering chill of winter intertwined.

Her red hair, like a burning flame, swayed slightly behind her.

It seemed as if only she and the enormous divine figure in the white mist remained in the world.

"Master Nvba."

After the white mist, the aged voice rang out again, piercing through the clouds.

With a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

There seemed to be surprise, emotion, and a hint of barely perceptible solemnity.

"Have you placed all your hopes on this lifetime?"

That's a rather nonsensical question.

Jiang Wei did not answer immediately.

She simply raised a pale white hand, palm facing upwards.

Buzz.
A wisp of tiny, yet pure and dazzling golden flame quietly emerged from her palm, leaping silently.

The moment this wisp of flame appeared.

call--! ! !
An invisible yet immense heat wave, centered on Jiang Wei, spread wildly in all directions!

The remaining ice, which was still putting up a stubborn resistance and covering tens of kilometers of sea, melted instantly the moment the heat wave swept over it.

The boundless ice field vanished without a trace in an instant.

It transformed back into a surging, inky black ocean, its surface boiling and churning violently like a giant cauldron.

The original snowy landscape was instantly transformed.

It turned into a barren land, a vast expanse of scorched earth, with flickering flames.

The sudden alternation between extreme cold and extreme heat.

This triggered a series of drastic weather changes.

"Ho!"

Even if it's more than 20 kilometers away.

Chen Tao and the others were also thrown about by the sudden heat wave, as if they had jumped from an ice cellar into a furnace.

Everyone was drenched in sweat.

I stared in disbelief at the earth-shattering scene on the camera.

Jiang Wei slowly raised her eyes, her red pupils burning with golden flames piercing through the layers of white mist, locking onto the huge, undulating figure behind her.

Jiang Wei's voice resounded throughout the bustling world:
"yes."

"You inhuman, ghostly creatures, jumping around for so long!"

"It's time to restore peace and order to this world for my father."

The words fell.

She gently extended her slender hand, which held the wisp of golden flame, forward.

That seemingly faint golden flame floated lightly out of my hand.

They slowly flew towards the phantom of King Chujiang behind the white mist.

And during this flight
The golden flame swelled in the wind, expanding rapidly.

One inch, one foot, one zhang. Ten li, one hundred li!
It only takes the time of one breath.

That faint flame had transformed into an endless golden sea of ​​fire that covered the entire sky.

The intense golden light illuminated everything in the world, turning everything into a magnificent gold.

The clouds were set ablaze, resembling a magnificent and dazzling sunset.

Its magnificence and grandeur captivated everyone who witnessed it through the lens.

This is the true power of the ancient fire god, the fully-formed Nüba.

"!!!"

Beneath the golden sea of ​​fire.

The enormous phantom of King Chujiang that kept undulating with the spatial ripples.

The indifference on his face and that slight smile finally disappeared completely.

For the first time, an extremely solemn expression appeared in those icy blue vortex eyes.

"Master Nvba."

The aged voice pierced through the sea of ​​fire: "Don't you wish me to come here?"

Jiang Wei is suspended beneath a golden sea of ​​fire.

The red dress was bathed in a dazzling gold light, and her exquisite face showed neither joy nor sorrow.

She gazed at the enormous phantom, gently shook her head, and parted her red lips slightly:

"Do not."

You should be glad.

"I'm glad I can live a little longer."

The voice just fell.

The golden sea of ​​fire that covered the sky suddenly boiled and churned.

The next moment, countless streams of fire, like molten gold, poured down with divine might towards King Chujiang's enormous, shimmering phantom.

The rain of fire fell upon the distorted, shimmering phantom.

Not a sound was made.

But that seemingly imposing divine figure appeared so fragile in the face of this golden rain of fire.

Where the fire rain falls.

The phantom image vanished quickly, like a piece of paper that had been set ablaze, leaving behind ever-expanding holes.

It only took a dozen seconds.

The once overwhelming and oppressive divine figure of King Chujiang was now riddled with holes.

Only a small, distorted face and a partially shattered body remained, struggling to stay afloat amidst the fire rain. Through the flames, those icy blue eyes stared intently at the barefoot, white-dressed figure in the air.

The aged voice became intermittent, yet it still reached everyone's ears clearly:

"Then I look forward to seeing you again next time."

"Master Nvba!"

Before the words were even finished, the last remaining phantom was completely swallowed up by the endless golden rain of fire.

Dissipated into the boiling sky.

No trace was ever left behind.

It was as if it had never appeared.

Thus, this sea area, which had experienced the baptism of both ice and fire, finally slowly returned to calm.

in the sky.

Only the lingering, intense glow of the gradually dissipating golden sea of ​​fire remained, along with a few scattered golden sparks.

Below, most of the ice on the ravaged Black Bone Island has melted.

The charred bones and signs of battle were once again exposed.

But the island looked as if it might fall apart at any moment.

The most shocking sight was the severed arm, which Fang Qingyu had used the power of the Myriad Manifestations Returning to Flow to firmly bind to the island with a giant sea serpent and rocky vines.

It has lost all its vitality.

Stranded on the island.

This proves that a divine battle had just taken place here.

(End of this chapter)