Tiny shards of ice, propelled by immense force, flew in all directions. They moved with such speed that, while not lethal, they instantly sliced through the skin of those nearby. Because of the biting chill of the ice, the victims barely felt any pain at all.
By the time they realized what had happened, blood was already trickling down the backs of their hands.
But they had no time to examine these minor wounds; their eyes were fixed in astonishment on the blue-clad figure in the air. A vast cascade of pinkish-white light bloomed around her, mixed with icy cold energy that surged outward. She looked like a goddess of an icy palace, stepping on soft, luminous clouds, her black hair dancing in the turbulent currents. Her figure was ethereal and peerless; her aura was resolute; her beauty was breathtaking.
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