A brilliant cascade of five hues and the ice-blue light streaked across the sky like meteoric falls, then, under the unwavering gaze of countless onlookers, collided with a magnificent, devastating force—fierce and resolute. "Boom!" The massive flame hand, as if the god of fire had thundered with wrath, erupted at the moment of contact, unleashing a power capable of shattering heaven and earth. "Clang!" A piercing, sharp sound rang through the heavens, so intense it seemed to penetrate the very soul, causing countless spectators to wring their hands over their ears, their faces etched with pain. "Roar!" At that instant, the ice-blue cold surged forth in an overwhelming wave, spreading across the sky. Beneath this terrifying chill, even the void itself was scattered with delicate frost particles. Beyond the vast boundary of this cold, the flame fist crashed down with tremendous force. The vibrant five-colored flames and the ice-blue cold surged and intertwined, battling fiercely, each striving to consume the other in a relentless struggle of survival. Above the sky, vibrant flames of five colors and ethereal blue-cold aura each occupied half the heavens, violently expelling all their energies in a spectacular clash that shook the very realm. The celestial serpent stood poised in the sky, his body trembling incessantly under the immense pressure radiating from the swirling cold mist—so intense that it felt as though his arms would snap at any moment. He was fully aware that should he falter even slightly, the fire god’s mighty hand, brimming with the power of annihilation, would instantly pierce through the ice god’s frozen seal, delivering a crushing blow that would reduce him to pulp. Therefore, no matter how much strength he drew from his last reserves, he would absolutely not retreat. "Bring forth the full power of ice and qi—ice pyre, ice blossom, and all my qi!" His face contorted in fierce determination, his gaze sharp and venomous, fixed intently upon the indistinct figure beyond the mist, as he roared. Hearing the celestial serpent's furious roar, Ice Xuan and Ice Hua were momentarily stunned, then gritted their teeth fiercely, placing their palms against the serpent's back, channeling a continuous, surging flow of combat energy into its body. With this immense surge of combat energy supporting it, the pressure on the serpent's arms eased dramatically. A fierce expression flashed across its eyes, and it roared sharply, "Limiting Freeze!" As the roar echoed, the powerful combat energy received poured into the serpent's own internal energy, then surged directly into the diffused pale blue haze. With this vital reinforcement, the haze's temperature grew increasingly formidable—now, even a regular Combat Sovereign entering it would likely be instantly frozen into a statue within mere ten breaths. And even the soul would struggle to escape. "Crack... crack..." A subtle series of crackling sounds suddenly emerged, then spread out into a continuous resonance. Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed sharply as he noticed that a delicate layer of pale blue ice had formed over the flame giant fist—underneath this ice, even the five-colored flames atop the fist had grown noticeably dimmer. The intensity of Tian She's resistance was far beyond what Xiao Yan had anticipated. Once again receiving the power of the Pillar of Fire, the Arm of the Fire God surged with brilliant radiance, its icy particles vanishing like lightning! Feeling the vast power within the Arm of the Fire God, Xiao Yan's face darkened with fierce determination, then he swung a powerful punch, striking hard at the dense layer of cold mist forming below. "Boom!" This impact erupted with a thunderous roar, sending out a massive wave of energy that rippled outward like lightning, then crashing against the surrounding flames, causing the Five-Ring Flame Array to tremble violently. With the punch landing, where fire met cold, the space itself cracked open, revealing a dark void half a zhang in diameter—so pure and profound in its darkness that it sent shivers down the spines of onlookers. The cold air surged along the Arm of the Fire God, while the five-colored flames surged into the mist, rapidly dissipating the pale, chilling fog. Under the relentless infiltration of the cold, cracks began to appear on the Fire God's arm, while simultaneously, the cold mist was rapidly dissipating. The two formidable energies, eroding each other, grew progressively weaker... Watching the swiftly weakening Fire God's arm and the fading mist, a shadowed, smug smile appeared on the sky-serpent's face. He had successfully withstood Xiao Yan's devastating assault. He believed that, at this level of intensity, Xiao Yan could not launch such an attack again. As long as he continued to delay, until the limit of Tian Huo San Xuan Bian was reached, Xiao Yan would be entirely at his mercy! Under the sky-serpent's cold gaze, the cold mist swiftly vanished. At the very moment it disappeared entirely, the massive Fire God's arm burst with a thunderous crack, shattering into a deluge of ice fragments that scattered across the heavens! "Ha ha!" At the moment of the arm's shattering, the sky-serpent could no longer contain his pride and erupted into a dark, triumphant laugh. "Shhh—" His laughter did not last long, for it was abruptly cut short by the dark figure sweeping down from the sky. Tian She slightly raised his head, his gaze stern and ominous upon the figure approaching, yet a scornful smile flickered across his weathered face: "Dare to charge in boldly? Do you intend to make a final, desperate stand?" With his dry hands tightly gripping the serpent's staff, Tian She stomped his foot, and once again, icy-blue cold energy surged forth from within him. As a peak Douzong cultivator, his Dou Qi was far more potent than Xiao Yan's. The figure that had surged down from the heavens moved with astonishing speed, appearing before Tian She in a single flash. At that moment, his broad sleeves suddenly turned to ash with a soft 'puff,' while a three-colored lotus flower—no larger than a palm—emerged unexpectedly from the torn fabric. The sudden appearance of the three-colored lotus startled Tian She. Instantly, his body hairs bristled. Within the lotus, he sensed the very force he had previously experienced in the Flame Arm—the same force, imbued with an aura of destruction. At that very instant, the pupil of his eyes shrank to the size of a needle, and the all-encompassing cold air automatically coalesced around Tian She, almost as a reflex. A ghostly figure materialized before Tian She with a sudden rush, holding a three-colored lotus of flame, and with lightning speed, pressed it firmly against Tian She's chest! Such a swift assault even for Tian She himself was utterly unforeseen—this formidable lotus required considerable time to form, and he had no way of anticipating how Xiao Yan had silently gathered it without making a sound. By now, any further thoughts or preparations were futile. Tian She's only viable action was to raise his serpent's staff and position it protectively in front of his chest. "Boom!" Miraculously, the three-colored lotus did not soar or dissipate. Instead, it pressed down firmly onto the serpent's staff at Tian She's chest, and then— "Roar!" A massive storm of flame erupted, sweeping across the heavens and the earth, as countless onlookers stared in stunned awe. The storm surged, and the surrounding flames finally gave way, bursting with a loud boom. At that very moment, the five Fire Immortals began to slowly dissipate... The flame storm swept in, and the two, Ice and Xuan, standing not far behind the celestial serpent, had no time to dodge—both were struck hard, spewing out great streams of blood. Their bodies flew backward like wind-blown kites, then plummeted straight into the sky, crashing violently onto the city of Ye, where countless buildings along the path were reduced to ruins. Innumerable pairs of eyes stared in wide-eyed astonishment at the two figures plummeting downward, then turned toward the blazing storm above, a cold sensation gradually spreading from their hearts... The Wu Guardian, gazing at the roaring flame storm, felt his ethereal form tremble. The sheer strength radiating from Xiao Yan had instilled in him a profound sense of dread—now, he finally regretted why he had willingly accepted this task he had once believed to be certain, from the hands of the elders. For now, he realized that what he had thought was a sure victory was, in truth, a near-death experience. Yet at this moment, the latter was even more disheveled than before—by the look of him, he had clearly sustained a severe injury! "Boom!" Under the collective gaze of the crowd, the blood-soaked Tian She crashed hard into Ye Cheng, leaving a massive crater in the ground, his body lying motionless within it, lifeless or not. "Ice River Valley has lost..." The entire city fell silent. One after another, people stared at the enormous crater, their heads buzzing with a sense of shock. The intensity of today's battles had left them utterly awestruck. How many times in a lifetime could such a momentous clash unfold? Above, Wu Huafu stared in disbelief at the motionless Tian She, his fear spreading rapidly through him. He nodded immediately, then his body trembled as he prepared to flee. However, as the figure of Wu Hufa just began to move, a subtle ripple surged behind him, and suddenly an arm materialized, gently resting upon his shoulder. A faint voice, causing him to grow rigid throughout, softly echoed. "Move again, and you'll vanish into smoke!" Wu Hufa's throat rolled fiercely, and with great difficulty, he slowly turned his head. A young face, marked with fierce expressions, came into view.