Somewhere outside the jungle, away from the intense Duze Beixuan-Li Luo fight.

Half of the clearing was covered in frost, the other half completely devoid of life as all of the vegetation had withered.

In the center, two people were facing off.

Lu Qing'er looked down at her hands. They were covered in a viridescent green, poison gas, that was rapidly eating away at the resonant power within her.

She accepted this calmly. It was within her expectations.

She looked up calmly at Wang Hejiu, who was frowning at her. He himself was encased in ice up to his shoulders.

Obviously, he wasn't going to be able to move for a while.

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