183: Chapter 182 The Rift of the Myriad Realms
Xu Ziyan slammed his right hand onto the ground.
Three massive fox tails struck the earth simultaneously. With him at the center, the ground within a twenty-meter radius was instantly covered in a thick layer of frost.
The frost spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. The temperature in the air plummeted, and his exhaled breath condensed into ice crystals.
The Short Ghost-Faced Man felt the ground beneath his feet trembling violently.
Looking down, he saw countless cracks bursting open beneath the ice, as if something was about to charge out from underground.
A second later, the ice layer exploded.
Countless ice spikes thrust out from the ground, densely packed like a forest made of ice.
The Short Ghost-Faced Man swung his left arm's blade frantically, shattering one ice spike after another, but there were too many to finish off.
Several ice spikes pierced his back, adding new injuries to his already cracked carapace. Blood splattered onto the ice, a shocking sight.
But this was not the end.
The Frost Spirit Chrysanthemum atop Xu Ziyan's head suddenly underwent a change.
The petals of the chrysanthemum opened one by one, and a cluster of pale gold light surged from the stamen, condensing into a small crown above his head.
The crown was only the size of a palm, crystal clear as if carved from ice and snow, with an ice-blue gemstone embedded at its peak.
Snowy Realm Augmentation! The crown flashed.
The three fox tails on his right side expanded again, growing from the thickness of a bowl's rim to that of a water bucket.
The ice-blue snowflakes at the tips of the tails turned into hexagonal ice crystals, each the size of a palm, rotating slowly in the air.
The Short Ghost-Faced Man's movements slowed down significantly.
Under the buff of the Snowy Realm Augmentation, Xu Ziyan's Ice Sky Avalanche formed a low-temperature Domain with a diameter of twenty meters.
The temperature within the Domain dropped to minus thirty or forty degrees. The air became viscous, and every movement required twice the effort of usual.
A thick layer of frost formed on his left arm's blade, making it a struggle even to lift it.
His left leg was frozen to the ground, the ice already rising past his knee.
"What... what the hell is this..." The Short Ghost-Faced Man gritted his teeth, struggling desperately.
Xu Ziyan gave him no chance to break free.
With a wave of his right hand, the three massive fox tails acted like three white giant pythons, entangling the Short Ghost-Faced Man's body from three directions.
The cold Qi on the fox tails eroded him frantically. The Short Ghost-Faced Man's cloak, leather armor, and even the surface of his skin began to freeze. His entire person turned into an ice sculpture at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"It worked!" Xu Ziyan's eyes lit up, and he turned to run.
"Lin Fan! Lin Fan! I'm coming! Cover me!"
Xu Ziyan sprinted toward Lin Fan's direction, scrambling and crawling. His running posture was extremely unsightly, like a startled duck.
Lin Fan forced back the Tall Ghost-Faced Man, stole a glance, and his mouth twitched.
"If you're going to run, can't you make it look a bit better?"
"My legs are weak! How do you expect me to look good while running!"
Xu Ziyan ran with snot and tears smeared all over his face. "Hurry up and finish off the one over there!"
Lin Fan waved his left hand, and the remaining Clones of the Thousand Shadow Moon Guard lunged at the Tall Ghost-Faced Man.
The shield on the Tall Ghost-Faced Man's left arm was nearly shattered, and he was too entangled by the Clones to escape.
Xu Ziyan finally reached the spot behind Lin Fan and slumped onto the ground, panting heavily like a fish thrown onto the shore.
"I... I've used my ultimate... the rest... is up to you..."
Lin Fan looked back at him.
Xu Ziyan was covered in injuries. The bloody gash on his neck was still seeping, there was a large footprint on his lower abdomen, a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his hair was full of ice shards. He was in a pathetic state.
But those eyes were sparkling, carrying a pride that said, 'I did my best.'
The corners of Lin Fan's mouth curled up slightly.
"Good job."
Xu Ziyan was stunned for a moment, then grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.
"Of course. I'm the man who's going to become the strongest Beast Armor Master."
Lin Fan ignored him and turned around. He looked at the injured Tall Ghost-Faced Man in front of him, then at the Short Ghost-Faced Man in the distance who was breaking free from the ice sculpture, and took a deep breath.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, and the wings of Xiao Kun behind him suddenly unfurled.
The silver-white wing membranes shimmered with a cold luster under the moonlight, and ripples of spatial distortion wavered at the wingtips.
"Clones, return."
The remaining five Clones simultaneously pulled away from the Tall Ghost-Faced Man, turning into five silver-black streaks of light that landed beside Lin Fan.
Including the original body, six Lin Fans stood side-by-side under the moonlight.
The Tall Ghost-Faced Man panted heavily. His left arm's shield was covered in cracks, and his right arm had completely lost sensation.
He looked at the six identical figures before him, a strong sense of unease rising in his heart.
In the distance, the Short Ghost-Faced Man had already broken free from most of the ice sculpture, the sound of cracking ice popping loudly.
Lin Fan gave them no opportunity.
"Ten Thousand Void Rift World."
The six Lin Fans simultaneously raised their right hands, fingers clutching at the air, and tore violently toward the two Ghost-Masked Men.
Six spatial rifts exploded in the night sky at once.
Six spatial turbulence zones, spanning dozens of meters, extended from in front of Lin Fan all the way to where the two Ghost-Masked Men were.
Each turbulence zone was formed by countless fine spatial rifts layered together, like invisible blades cutting frantically through the void.
The six turbulence zones intertwined, forming a massive web of death that enveloped both the Tall Ghost-Faced Man and the Short Ghost-Faced Man who was still breaking out of the ice.
The Tall Ghost-Faced Man's pupils shrank violently.
He pushed his left arm's shield to its limit, blocking in front of him, but the shield was like paper under the cutting of the spatial rifts.
The scales on his left arm were shaved away piece by piece, revealing the flesh beneath.
The cloak and soft armor on his chest were shredded into fragments. Densely packed wounds appeared on his skin, and the blood was swallowed by the spatial rifts before it even had a chance to flow out.
His entire person was sucked into the turbulence zone, his body tumbling in the air like a fallen leaf torn by a storm.
The Short Ghost-Faced Man fared even worse.
He had just broken free from the ice sculpture, with half his body still buried in the ice, when he was hit head-on by the spatial rifts.
The residual stumps on his back were completely shaved flat. His left arm's blade was caught by a rift, and both the blade and the arm were mangled into three sections.
He let out a shrill scream as he was tossed into the air by the turbulence zone, then slammed heavily back onto the ground.
Ten Thousand Void Rift World lasted for less than three seconds.
Lin Fan withdrew his hands.
He could have maintained it for a few more seconds to directly shred the two of them.
But he didn't.
The spatial rifts slowly closed, and peace returned to the night sky.
The Tall Ghost-Faced Man lay prone on the ground, covered in wounds of all sizes. The purple-black toxin on his right arm mixed with fresh bloodstains, a gruesome sight.
He struggled to climb up, but as soon as he propped up his upper body, he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed back down.
The Short Ghost-Faced Man lay ten meters away. His left arm from the elbow down was gone, the stump a bloody mess.
His consciousness was already blurred. He let out indistinct groans, his body twitching from time to time.
The wings behind Lin Fan slowly retracted.