The battlefield instantly turned into the cruelest meat grinder of flesh and blood.
The ice and snow were dyed black and red; severed limbs and ice shards flew together, while the roars of beasts and the wails of corpses echoed in unison.
Bai Chenxiang, hidden among the Nirvana Corpse horde, moved like a ghost, skillfully avoiding frontal impacts. From time to time, her fingertips flicked out invisible, sharp Qi, precisely severing the joints or vital points of some Thousand-Year Spirit Beasts.
However, her primary focus was not on the slaughter.
A silver button on her collar that appeared to be a mere decoration—actually a tiny Long-range Soul Tool Recorder—was flashing with an imperceptible light, transmitting the tragic and grand war scene before her, including the moves of the top-tier experts, in real-time to Castorice at the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters in the Sun Moon Empire.
Watching the Nirvana Corpse army below, though brave, being pushed back continuously by the endless beast tide led by several One Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beasts, Light Feather Douluo put away his cynical smile and gently stroked the Light Feather Divine Bow in his hand, which radiated a holy aura.
"Let us make our move as well."
His voice was still crisp, but it carried a cold killing intent.
"They alone cannot stop this maddened beast tide."
Standing behind him were the core consecrated priests and Elders of the Hall of Rebirth, led by Thousand Jun Douluo, Demon Subduing Douluo, and Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Each of them had once been a Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall who shook the continent ten thousand years ago; now, they all lived a second life in the form of a Nirvana Corpse.
The Spirit Hall had become a thing of the past; at this moment, they had only one common belonging—the Hall of Rebirth.
"Strike!"
The two brothers, Thousand Jun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo, brandished their Coiling Dragon Rods, their shadows intertwining like two enraged dragons churning the sea within the beast tide.
Storm Douluo Tuoba Xuanfeng's Sword Qi soared to the heavens; in the realm where all things become swords, even the wind and snow could serve as blades, precisely picking off powerful individuals within the beast tide.
Elders such as Devil Bear Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, Sea Turtle Douluo, Snake Lance Douluo, and Porcupinefish Douluo also displayed their divine abilities, their powerful Spirit Ability lights constantly exploding within the beast tide like destructive bombs dropped into a white wave.
As for Light Feather Douluo himself, he stood firmly in the high sky at the rear, his Light Feather Divine Bow drawn like a full moon as he unleashed his fifth Spirit Ability, Infinite Arrival, locking onto an eighty-thousand-year-old Ice Crystal Giant Rhino rampaging through the beast tide.
"call out——!"
A beam of light seemed to ignore the distance of space, instantly appearing at the rhino's forehead.
"Puff!"
The slight sound of flesh being pierced rang out, and the giant rhino's massive charging body suddenly stiffened. A transparent hole the size of a bowl appeared on its forehead, the feral light in its eyes instantly dimmed, and it collapsed to the ground like a toppling mountain, causing a small-scale commotion.
"Eighth Spirit Ability: Stillness!"
He drew his bow again, firing a strange arrow of light toward the densest area of the beast tide.
The arrow landed and did not explode, but instead formed a hemispherical transparent force field.
Within the range of the force field, whether it was the stampeding Soul Beasts, the flying wind and snow, or even the exploding energy, everything became extremely slow in an instant, nearly coming to a standstill.
This created a precious opportunity for the Nirvana Corpses and companions ahead to reap the harvest.
The top combat power of the Hall of Rebirth had officially joined the fray.
The entire Far North Core had completely turned into a vortex of death.
The sky was rendered bizarre and colorful by various spirit abilities, while the earth constantly cracked and sank amidst roars and rumbles.
The roars of the dead and the wails of the living intertwined, composing a tragic and cruel battle song belonging to the Far North.
The full-scale war between the Hall of Rebirth and the Far North Soul Beasts broke out completely here.
In the core battlefield, on the ice field ravaged beyond recognition by the semi-Divine Rank battle, the atmosphere was so heavy it felt as if even the air had frozen.
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