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Chapter 530 - 254: Tier Three Apostle!!

In the shadow of the massive floating ice rock where Fang Qingyu and his group of five were hiding.

"What are they doing... still staying in the water."

Chu Kuanglan’s voice echoed within the Eternal Night Territory.

"Let’s wait a bit longer," Lu Jiuyuan said beside him.

The group stayed underwater for a few more minutes until the people on the surface began to withdraw completely.

Fang Qingyu waited a while longer before manipulating the Eternal Night Territory to envelop the four of them, rising slowly like a giant black jellyfish.

Splashes——

The five of them emerged from the cold, inky seawater.

"Damn!" Chu Kuanglan wiped the water off his face, scanned the surroundings, and burst out with a curse full of astonishment, "How the hell did we end up outside the defense line?!"

Before them lay a vast ice field, where the fierce wind swept snowflakes like a sandstorm.

Not far behind, a black wall, like a great chasm built from countless giant ice bricks and special alloys, emanated a suffocating sense of oppression.

And Glazed Light City was already far on the other side of the defense line.

"How long did we swim? Just a dozen minutes and we’re tens of kilometers out?! Are we seeing ghosts?!" Chu Kuanglan was a bit confounded.

Wei Banmeng’s cool face was filled with gravity, quickly analyzing: "Spatial anomaly? Illusion technique? Or some kind of teleportation we can’t understand?"

In the depths of Fang Qingyu’s molten gold vertical pupils, it was as if lava was boiling and rolling.

Something’s off.

Something is very off.

From the perception of the route since entering the water to this moment’s bewildering position relative to the defense line...

There were huge discrepancies in the sense of time and space.

This was not a distance that could be reached normally.

"Should we continue following?"

Wei Banmeng’s cool voice rose in the thick darkness, carrying an unprecedented gravity, locking tightly on the vague figures in the wind and snow ahead.

Fang Qingyu’s molten gold vertical pupils flickered with an icy sheen in the absolute darkness, like a furnace lit in the abyss.

He nodded slowly, his voice low yet resolute: "Follow!"

The Eternal Night Territory enveloped the five of them, like the most cautious ghost, once again melded into the howling wind and snow.

The team ahead had long lost any thought of resistance under He Manhe’s terrifying pressure, like lambs awaiting slaughter, numbly following that reddish silhouette across the vast ice field.

Time passed amidst the deadly stillness of the wind and snow.

It was unclear how much time had passed, perhaps a quarter of an hour, perhaps longer.

At the forefront, He Manhe finally stopped.

She turned around, the hem of her wine-red dress snapping in the fierce wind, brown curls flaring, her face that could topple cities now displaying only a near-demonic aloofness.

She raised a slender jade hand and pressed the air against an iceberg cliff, seemingly indistinct from other areas but covered in thick snow.

Buzz——!!!

A sound, indescribable and as if it came from deep within the earth, suddenly roared.

And then...

The enormous iceberg cliff, as though a slumbering ancient giant awakened, erupted with earsplitting "crack! boom!" sounds.

Under the influence of some invisible great power, it seemed to be split open by an invisible divine axe.

Ice splinters mixed with snow fell like a roaring waterfall!

A deep, dark, several meters wide rift suddenly appeared before everyone’s eyes.

The rift extended straight down, deep into the heart of the glacier, seemingly leading directly to the Nine Netherworld.

A colder, more ancient chill, laden with the dust of ages and some profound silent power, surged out from the depths of the fissure like a tangible tide!

"Hiss——!!!"

On the shore, including Wu Gang and Lin Wei, all the "reinforcements" gasped at the biting cold, their pupils constricting with extreme shock.

The glacier had split! A marvel beyond human capability.

"The... the Martial Saint Ruins... are real?!"

A middle-aged man in Divine Chosen robes murmured in disbelief, his voice trembling.

"Hmm."

He Manhe let out an ambiguous hum, like ice beads hitting a jade plate.

She didn’t even glance at those stupefied people behind her, her wine-red figure flickered, stepping first into the deep rift in the ice.

"Go!"

Wu Gang gritted his teeth, suppressing the waves of shock in his heart, urging harshly.

Lin Wei, Chen Mingyuan, and Gray Shadow followed closely, their gaze filled with both dread and fervor.

Violent Bear and over a dozen Tier Two experts looked at the bottomless ice chasm entrance, then back at the Great Wall Defense Line crouching like a giant beast in the snowstorm behind, their faces filled with hesitation and fear.

But ultimately.

Greed for the "Martial Saint Ruins" and fear of He Manhe’s terrifying power overpowered everything else.

A dozen silhouettes, like moths to a flame, clung to their final fantasy of soaring to heaven in a single leap, steeling themselves, filed in one after the other.

As the last person disappeared into the ice chasm entrance.

Fang Qingyu’s group of five appeared at the edge of the crack like specters, without a sound.

The piercing cold mingled with an ancient aura hit their faces, even through the Eternal Night Territory, they could feel that bone-deep chill.

"Maintain absolute silence!"

Fang Qingyu’s voice was a low whisper.

The Eternal Night Territory enveloped the five once again, like five drops of water merging into an ink pool, silently slipping into the enormous ice rift.

The ice walls were smooth as mirrors, reflecting the faint heavenly light filtering down from above, forming patches of mesmerizing blue light.

The passage wasn’t vertical but inclined, winding deep into the heart of the glacier.

The air was so cold it seemed capable of freezing the soul, with each breath accompanied by the faint sound of ice crystals grinding.