The raging blizzard continued to wreak havoc, lifting the snow and ice on the ground like countless cold blades, carving pale scars in the space between heaven and earth.
On the icy battlefield, Qin Tian and Alaya stood at a distance, the blizzard forming an invisible barrier between them, but it couldn't block the sharpness and killing intent in their eyes.
Qin Tian slowly raised his hand, and the Black Frost Battle Saber appeared out of thin air in his palm. The long blade was intricately covered with pale frost patterns, and as soon as it appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, with thin strands of cold air trailing down the blade, forming tiny ice flowers on the snow.
In contrast, Alaya drew a blood-colored longsword with a reverse grip, its blade glimmering with an eerie red light as if forged from fresh blood, striking a stark contrast against her black leather armor, exuding a bloodthirsty aura.
"Whoosh—"
