Chapter 1063: The Frozen Palace

Zhang Hanxiang informed everyone about what happened during the death spirits' war. Sun Mengmeng thundered in anger, "As expected, the superior worlds of antiquity are a plague on this realm!"

Sun Xiaowu added, "We need to deal with the superior worlds of antiquity. We can't let them continue harming the realm as they are."

Sun Mengmeng, Sun Xiaowu, and Zhang Hanxiang asked the inhabitants of the world about the location of the white world. They found this question strange, but answered truthfully.

In order to verify this information, Sun Mengmeng, Sun Xiaowu, and Zhang Hanxiang headed to a few other worlds and asked the same question.

These worlds were equally cold and desolate. Because so many fighters had been conscripted, there were only a few aliens remaining, and much of the worlds' land had turned into wasteland.

The aliens grew very scared upon hearing of the name of the white world. Their eyes were filled with enmity and despair, but they didn't dare make their true thoughts known.

Sun Mengmeng, Sun Xiaowu, and Zhang Hanxiang's resolve to destroy the white world grew with everyone they spoke to. In order to prevent large numbers of aliens from turning into sacrifices, the white world had to be destroyed.

Although it was rather difficult to find the aliens' settlements in some of these worlds, after visiting a total of five worlds, the three of them were relatively certain of the white world's location.

Prepared, they set off for the white world.

The white world was covered by frost and ice, shadowed in perennial darkness, over which a raging blizzard howled with no sign of stopping. The temperature was so cold that a puff of breath would freeze into ice near-immediately.

Sun Mengmeng asked, "Superior worlds are very large. How are we going to find the ice queen?"

Sun Xiaowu replied, "We won't have to. I'm sure that the ice queen will come to us, instead."

Zhang Hanxiang pointed above her. "Look! There's our clue!"

Above the snow clouds was an ornate palace of ice, as large as a small city. It was clear from a single look that the inhabitants of that palace had to be high in status.

Zhang Hanxiang continued, "Surely someone who could afford to live in such a palace has to be the king of the realm—or would be able to contact her."

"Let's test it, then." Sun Mengmeng's garuda bow materialized in her hands. She pulled the bowstring taut. "[Lunarflame Shot]!"

Purple flames burned over her fingers, manifesting into three arrows. The energy in the three fiery arrows was so dense that they took on corporeal form. If not for the unusual heat they gave off, an ordinary bystander would never believe that they had been formed of flame.

Sun Xiaowu hurriedly stopped her. "Hold on! We need to consider the situation carefully. We're in enemy territory!"

However, Sun Xiaowu's warning had been too late. Sun Mengmeng had already released her finger.

Three arrows, brimming with purple flame, flew toward the palace. They burst apart in the air in resplendent flame, dyeing the entire sky purple.

Within the palace, countless white ethereal figures flew out in shock, flying madly around the outside of the palace.

Many of them were burning with purple flame. They screeched shrilly, and their voices carried so far that even Sun Mengmeng, Sun Xiaowu, and Zhang Hanxiang, standing a considerable distance below, could hear them.

An enraged howl came from amidst the flames. Surrounded by a blizzard, an ethereal figure rushed out toward Sun Mengmeng, Sun Xiaowu, and Zhang Hanxiang.

The howl, imbued with the force of the blizzard, was like cannon fire. Anyone struck by the attack would be obliterated in an instant.

"[Baptism of Hellfire: Full Moon]!" Sun Mengmeng whirled her daggers all around her as a black moon rose into the air, blocking the aural and environmental attack.

The shrill screech was partially a spiritual attack, which struck at their souls. ?Sun Mengmeng and Sun Xiaowu were able to defend against it, but Zhang Hanxiang began to bleed from her nose and ears. Despite the cold all around her, Zhang Hanxiang felt her body burning.

Sun Xiaowu turned to her with concern. "Are you alright?"

Zhang Hanxiang evoked her aura of ice. "I'm not so weak that I would fall to this attack."

Amidst a howling blizzard, the ice queen made her appearance.

As she appeared, the blizzard seemed to magnify in strength. She floated above her ruined palace, the blizzard her dress, the snow her jewels and ornaments.

The ice queen's face was rigid with rage, her crystalline eyes filled with killing intent. Her gaze speared Sun Mengmeng, Sun Xiaowu, and Zhang Hanxiang. She had been rudely disturbed by the explosion of her palace; of course she would be incensed.

The ice queen shouted, "I don't care who you are, and from where you come. Today, all of you will become part of my collection of ice sculptures!"

The ice queen's roar morphed into a concentrated beam of frost, of flecks of ice so sharp they could cut through anything, combined with a shrill screech that struck at the very soul.

Sun Mengmeng cast [Black Sun], forming a cordon of purplish-black flame around her. She activated her most impactful soulshards for battle, transforming from a young woman to a fierce warrior with a chitinous carapace, wreathed in black flame.

Her flames were so intense that the armor-type soulshard actually began to crack and split. Black flames seeped out from the cracks, burning so intensely that the ground beneath her feet melted and turned red.

"[Netherworld's Gaze]!" Hundreds of arrows, like beams of moonlight, shot toward the ice queen at such high temperatures that the very air warped and began to combust.

A cloud of steam covered up the ice queen, then froze back into ice. While the ice queen's vision was obstructed, a golden figure charged forward—Sun Xiaowu.

The Sun siblings were completely in sync with each other. While Sun Mengmeng was shooting out her arrows, Sun Xiaowu had been storing up strength for a coordinated assault.

"[Goldenscale Palm]!" Sun Xiaowu's arms glowed with resplendent light, and a layer of dense golden scales emerged over his skin. His hands morphed into claws. Encased in golden armor, Sun Xiaowu passed through the steam and ice, frightening shockwaves of energy radiating through the battlefield as he punched forward…