The snow and wind swept the fragmented ice, striking the bloodstained garments of the two with a faint sound.
Qin Tian was covered in blood, yet no wound was visible on his skin; the regeneration power of the Immortal Battle Body continued its silent operation.
In contrast, Alaya's dark green flesh wings were riddled with deep wounds visible to the bone, with blood continually seeping from the torn wing membrane. Her aura was noticeably weaker than before, a stark contrast to the earlier arrogant Rakshasa.
"This battle should end."
Qin Tian's voice pierced through the snow and wind. Before he finished speaking, his figure had already shot forth like an arrow from a bowstring.
The Night Demon Wings on his back flapped fiercely, stirring up a whirlwind of black air. The Black Frost Battle Saber in his hand shimmered with a fierce arc of lightning, the blade enveloped in the aggressive Sword Intent of the Overlord Blade Body, slicing straight at Alaya's head!
