The Cold Trees burning fiercely pierced holes in the mud hands of Empress Huangtu.
Similarly, the withered Spirit Branches also perforated the countless mud hands of Cold Beast Mud Po, leaving them riddled with holes and shattered.
"Sss!"
"Sss!!" The sound of wood thorns piercing flesh sent shivers down everyone's spine!
Amidst the violently trembling ground, endless withered branches erupted from the surface, and impaled atop these branches were the skeletons of the Cold Race.
"Ahhh!"
"Ahhhh..." Not all Cold Race members died instantly from the withered branches, and quite a few were not entirely dead yet.
Their screams were incredibly shrill, like the wails of ghosts and wolves.
The fiercely burning sea of fire in the sky illuminated this purgatorial scene.
Numerous withered branches impaled countless skeletons, swinging wildly in midair.
Brutal, yet magnificent.
Du Yu stood in the sky, staring blankly.
