As the fissure gradually widened, a terrifying aura surged forth from it. This aura was ice-cold and razor-sharp, carrying the lethal chill of ten-thousand-year-old ice, causing anyone who felt it to involuntarily shiver.
The aura swept outward like a violent storm. Wherever it passed, vegetation withered and rocks shattered, as if even time itself had grown sluggish under its oppressive weight.
At that moment, two figures slowly stepped out from the fissure.
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