Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person’s POV

The air within that space seemed to grow heavier and even colder as though the very nature of the surrounding environment had begun to shift towards the icy extreme under her presence.

Behind her, the group’s attention was forcibly drawn away from the mysterious coffin and toward her as they were unable to ignore the overwhelming aura that now radiated from her figure.

Her cloudy blue hair began to rise gently and moved as if it was being lifted by an invisible current, while her beautiful eyes widened slightly and a clear, melodious shout escaped her lips, echoing softly within the cavern.

She brought her hands together in front of her, and in that instant, a chaotic sphere of ice condensed within her palms that was roughly about the size of a baby’s head.

Unlike the earlier icy orb she had used to destroy the frost soul orchid, this one was far more intense and far more unstable.

It pulsed with immense power, and its surface shifted constantly as currents of compressed ice and wind rotated violently within it that was barely contained by her control.

And the very next moment, she released it.

The sphere shot upward into the air at incredible speed, rising toward the cavern’s ceiling like a beautiful icy comet before it detonated in midair with a thunderous burst.

A devastating storm erupted.

Violent icy winds and dense hail exploded outward and swept across the entire battlefield as the accumulated chaos from the earlier fight was forcefully dispersed with the swirling cold mist, shattered ice, and debris all being blown away in an instant.

The demonic snake was caught directly in the storm’s path.

Its massive body was lifted and thrown violently, and it crashed into multiple ancient pillars as the impact shattered them into fragments, causing entire sections of the cavern to tremble under the force.

Before it could even attempt to regain its footing, it was buried beneath the collapsing debris, its massive form pinned under layers of broken ice and stone.

As for the armored aura master, he too was caught in the storm and flung backward as his body skidded uncontrollably across the icy ground.

However, his combat instincts reacted in time as he thrust his sword deep into the frozen surface, the blade carving a long, jagged trench that stretched nearly a hundred metres before he finally came to a halt.

Despite causing such an impact with a single spell, the blue-haired woman did not pause.

Her eyes remained fixed on the buried serpent as she surged forward with a serious expression on her face.

As she advanced, a massive icy spear began to form above her head, its length extending rapidly until it reached nearly twenty metres.

Its tip gleamed with a cold and deadly brilliance, and the moment she reached the debris, she released it.

The ice spear shot downward like a falling missile and pierced straight through the collapsed layers of ice and stone before striking the serpent’s head with terrifying precision.

A sharp impact followed, and ice blue blood erupted outward in a violent spray as the spear drove through its skull, pinning it firmly into the ground.

The serpent’s body convulsed once and then stilled.

The light within its eyes dimmed rapidly before it faded completely as its life was extinguished in an instant.

A heavy silence settled over the cavern after that brutal and rapid sequence of attacks, and for a few lingering moments, no one moved or even dared to breathe too loudly as they stood frozen in place.

Their expressions were filled with shock and disbelief as their eyes remained fixed on the aftermath of that overwhelming and merciless display of power.

The shattered remains of the cavern pillars and the faint mist of ice-blue snake blood lingered in the air and slowly dispersed into the cold atmosphere, adding an eerie stillness to the already chilling environment.

Arlene’s lips parted slightly, and the tension that had been tightly coiled within her expression began to loosen as her previously flustered and shocked face surprisingly stilled, while her gaze remained fixed on her aunt.

The resentment, suspicion, and unease she had harbored against her just moments ago seemed to recede like a fading tide and were pushed away by the undeniable reality of the power she had just witnessed and the difference between their strengths.

Even the armored aura master, who stood within the same major realm as the blue-haired woman, could not hide the astonishment that filled his gaze as his grip on his weapon tightened unconsciously.

He was no novice.

Instead, he was an experienced warrior and a seasoned aura master of the Sky Realm who had faced countless battles and dangers throughout his life.

And yet even after fighting the demonic snake for several intense minutes, he had only managed to gain a slight upper hand over the beast.

He believed that killing the beast would not have been impossible for him, but it would have required a prolonged battle of attrition and a careful exchange of strength, endurance, and timing where even the smallest mistake could have proven costly.

However, what he had just witnessed was something entirely different.

The way the blue-haired woman had controlled the battlefield, suppressed the chaos in seconds, and ended the creature’s life with such clean, decisive, and overwhelming force left no room for comparison.

It was not merely the possession of overwhelming strength but also the mastery required to use it to its best potential.

And in that moment, he could not help but acknowledge the gap between them.

This realization settled quietly and quickly within him accompanied by a mixture of respect, awe, and a faint sense of inferiority.

Meanwhile, the blue-haired woman did not pause to admire the corpse of the fallen beast or linger on her victory.

Her expression remained calm and composed as if what she had just done was nothing out of the ordinary, and without wasting even a moment, she turned and flew back toward the small island, her figure cutting through the cold air once more.