It started when a bloody rain was about to fall.

During this process, the space itself ripples like water.

Where those folds passed, the steel bars began to bend, the concrete began to crack, and even the air molecules emitted high-frequency shrieks in resonance.

The piercing scream pierced the eardrums, the bone marrow, and the deepest part of the soul, making one want to go mad, to escape, and to die.

Then, fine cracks appeared on the surface of the jade light screen formed around Ye Qingrou, producing a crisp sound like porcelain about to shatter.

The sound was just like the final sigh of an ancient civilization before its destruction, just like the cry of a mother who has lost her child.

At the same time, inside the light curtain, the energy flow showed turbulent ripples, like the surface of a lake where stones have been thrown in.

Those ripples interfere with each other, superimpose, and amplify, forming an energy vortex visible to the naked eye.

At the center of the vortex, tiny spatial rifts were opening and closing, revealing the void of darkness within.

Seeing this, Ye Qingrou drew five emerald trails in the air with her right hand.

The movement was so slow it was like moving through thick honey, each trace leaving a lingering glow.

The fireflies floated and swirled in the air, like some kind of ancient blessing.

The trails intertwine to form ancient tree-shaped runes.

The runes resembled a living chart of life.

There are twinkling stars at the forks of the branches, and each star is a miniature world.

That was the perfect world she imagined, a distant place she could never reach.

Inside, nebulae swirl, stars are born, planets orbit, and life begins to sprout on those unseen planets…

Then the runes were imprinted into the inside of the light screen, and seeds formed out of thin air one after another, falling into the soil and instantly taking root and sprouting.

The chaotic energy is then captured, organized, and reorganized by the root system, forming a layered buffer structure.

The resonant waves are dispersed, absorbed, and transformed into gentle low-frequency vibrations.

The vibrations traveled along the light curtain and eventually transformed into warm energy waves, which in turn helped to dissolve the blood clots in the wounded not far inside the light curtain.

It helped twenty or thirty dying elderly people regain their breathing and brought back the long-lost color to their faces.

However, Ye Qingrou's face turned even paler as a result.

Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, appearing eerily golden-red in the emerald glow, like holy blood seeping from a crack in a statue.

The blood streaks didn't disperse when they hit the ground; instead, they condensed into tiny jade crystals.

Faint runes flickered on the surface of the crystal, proof of her overexertion of life force, traces of her burning herself.

Upon seeing this, the two members of the resonance fracture team exchanged a glance, a cruel excitement flashing in their eyes.

They began to change their strategy, no longer resonating at a single frequency, but instead releasing a "chaotic noise spectrum".

Countless frequencies bombard simultaneously, from infrasound to ultrasound, from material resonance to consciousness resonance, covering all possible vibrational dimensions.

Suddenly, kaleidoscope-like cracks appeared on the surface of the light screen, each crack vibrating at a different frequency, emitting a death symphony with countless tones playing simultaneously.

Even more bizarrely, these resonant waves began to "echo" within the wounded's bodies, with bones, internal organs, and blood vessels becoming resonant cavities, amplifying, reflecting, and superimposing the vibrations.

The bones of dozens of wounded soldiers began to tremble on their own, their internal organs resonated and shifted within their abdominal cavities, and blood formed standing waves in their blood vessels.

Upon seeing this, Ye Qingrou's expression changed drastically.

Then she suddenly clasped her hands together, and emerald light burst forth from her palms.

This time, she no longer passively absorbed resonance, but actively released "anti-phase sound waves".

Each resonant frequency is precisely captured and a mirror wave with completely opposite phase is generated within one ten-thousandth of a second.

Two sound waves meet at the microscopic level, with the crests and troughs colliding precisely and canceling each other out.

An eerie "silence" echoed in the space; it wasn't quietness, but rather a void where sound was actively swallowed up.

The resonance disappeared, but at the cost of more blood seeping from Ye Qingrou's ears. She used her auditory nerves as the central processor for phase calculations.

"Temperature Deprivation, Frost's Sigh!"

However, the enemy did not give Ye Qingrou a chance to catch her breath. At this moment, the voice of the rotten wolf rang out again.

The third group of four stood in a diamond shape, exhaling white breath at the same time.

The four people were of different heights, but they were all shrouded in heavy, ice-blue cloaks, with only the lower half of their faces showing. Their lips were purplish-black, like necrotic tissue after frostbite.

Their breaths condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air, and each exhale was accompanied by the blooming and withering of frost flowers.

The most bizarre thing about them is their eyes. Their pupils are vertical, like those of cold-blooded animals, and their irises are a pale blue, like ice cracks, with aurora-like bands of light slowly flowing in their depths.

That wasn't an ordinary aura; it was the release of the very essence of their supernatural abilities.

The white vapor that left his mouth instantly transformed into a sky full of icy blue crystalline dust.

Each grain of dust is a miniature low-temperature field with an internal temperature close to absolute zero.

That is the temperature at the birth of the universe, the temperature at the end of all things, the temperature of death itself.

Wherever crystal dust passes, the laws of physics themselves change:

The air froze into blue crystals that fell in a soft rustling sound.

That was not ordinary ice, but a solid formed by the freezing of oxygen and nitrogen, a form of matter that humans had never seen before.

Frost patterns formed on the ground.

Those frost flowers are not water crystals, but solidified gases such as sulfur dioxide and methane, exhibiting an eerie blue-purple color, like a curse drifting from another world.

At the same time, a low-temperature fault appeared within the light curtain surrounding Ye Qingrou.

The flow of energy in jade slows down as if blood is about to freeze. The originally rapidly flowing energy threads become sluggish and viscous, like honey congealing in winter, or the last pulse of a dying person.

At this moment, dozens of seriously injured people not far behind Ye Qingrou began to tremble, and their vital signs dropped sharply.

Frost forms on eyelashes, and the breath exhaled freezes into tiny ice crystals in the air, making a soft tinkling sound as it falls.

Those sounds were crisp and desperate, like the prelude to life breaking apart.

Seeing that the low temperature was effective, the Frost Group immediately changed tactics.

The four of them simultaneously formed hand seals, and the icy blue crystalline dust stopped spreading and instead condensed into four enormous "Frosty Spears".

The spear is engraved with twisted, frigid runes, and its tip is not sharp, but rather a "cold singularity" that is constantly expanding and collapsing.

That is the microscopic absolute zero realm formed after the temperature has been stripped away to its limit.

Then, the four ice spears simultaneously pierced the light barrier in four directions.

It wasn't physical puncture, but rather "temperature deprivation." In the area on the surface of the light curtain that was pierced, the jade's energy began to freeze, solidify, and shatter.

Energy should not be frozen, but at absolute zero, even the vibration of energy quanta tends to stop.

The jadeite's luster became viscous like glass, and cracks spread from the four piercing points toward the center.

However, this time, Ye Qingrou made a response that shocked everyone.

Ye Qingrou deliberately removed part of the light barrier's heat-preserving effect, allowing the biting cold to rush in.

The chill felt like a thousand ice blades piercing her body; she shuddered violently, but gritted her teeth and persevered.

Then, a thin layer of frost instantly formed on her skin, shimmering with an eerie blue light in the emerald glow, like a frozen statue, like a goddess in winter.

Just as the chill was about to pass over Ye Qingrou and reach the wounded in the distance, the jade energy veins suddenly lit up and began to rub and vibrate at high speed.

That is the transformation of the essence of energy, the physical law that motion generates heat, and its ultimate application at the level of supernatural abilities.

A warm golden light burst forth from inside the light curtain, like the winter sun piercing through ice.

Where the light reached, the frost melted and the chill dissipated, as if spring had suddenly descended upon this land of death.

Even more incredibly, she captured, guided, and transformed the low-temperature energy of those "frost sighs".

It serves as an "active cryogenic catalyst" for repairing frostbitten tissue.

Frozen cells stop dying at low temperatures and are reactivated once body temperature returns. This level of precision is something conventional treatments can never achieve; she risked her life to create a miracle.

At this moment, the faces of seventy or eighty children who were almost frozen stiff regained their rosy color, and the frost on their eyelashes turned into glistening dewdrops.

The dewdrops rolled on the children's faces, reflecting a rainbow of colors, like tears or diamonds.

The children opened their eyes and saw a patch of emerald light, and in the light, a white figure bleeding.

This is a scene the children will remember for a lifetime, if they can survive and walk out of these ruins.

Upon seeing this, the four members of the Frost Group turned ashen-faced.

They transformed again, and the ice-blue cloaks on all four of them burst open simultaneously, revealing bodies covered in frostbite scars.

Each of them had a fist-sized, ice-blue crystal core embedded in their chest. At this moment, the crystal core began to pulsate, releasing a misty, extremely cold source.

"Frost descends, and all things return to stillness."

The four of them sang in unison.

Grayish-blue snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

That's not water vapor condensation, but rather atmospheric molecules freezing into a solid state and then falling.

Every snowflake that falls carries away all the heat energy of an area; it's not a transfer, it's annihilation.

The flames burning in the ruins were extinguished instantly, and even the smoke was frozen solid and fell.

The temperature on the surface of the scorched earth plummeted from several hundred degrees to minus two hundred degrees. The ruins and broken walls cracked due to thermal expansion and contraction, and the fragments froze into ice crystals in the air.

The surface of the light curtain began to freeze. This ice was not water ice, but "energy ice" formed after energy was frozen. It was a strange, translucent jade color.