The sound of chains breaking echoed through the room, and Mo Lian's eyes narrowed slightly. Yun Zhi was a man who would sacrifice himself without hesitation to gain his freedom. That was both his greatest strength and his greatest weakness.
But Mo Lian showed no panic. Instead, she stepped back with an amused smile. "So, you still have the strength to fight," she murmured.
Yun Zhi steadied his breath, feeling the remaining chains around his wrists. The bindings were still strong, but the fact that he had broken one… it was an opportunity.
At that moment, a voice echoed from the darkness of the room, freezing them both in place.
"Let him go."
A shadow appeared at the doorway—Mo Ye (墨夜).
The mysterious warrior who controlled the shadows exuded a silent but overwhelming aura. Mo Lian couldn't comprehend how Mo Ye had entered this place. Gaining access to her domain without permission was nearly impossible.
Yun Zhi tilted his head slightly, a smirk returning to his lips. "How long has it been, Mo Ye?"
Mo Ye's expression remained unchanged. "Long enough."
Mo Lian's fingers traced a sigil in the air. "I don't know how someone like you got in here," she said calmly, "but I do know that you won't be getting out."
At that moment, the walls became shrouded in black mist. Shadow magic.
Mo Ye raised his hand in silence, commanding the darkness that danced within the room. Mo Lian's spell wavered instantly. The clash between shadow magic and ice magic made the temperature fluctuate violently.
But this was only the beginning.
Flames erupted.
Seizing the moment when Mo Lian lost control, Yan Xi (焰曦) broke through the wall, stepping into the room. Crimson flames danced around him, casting a mystical glow.
Yun Zhi raised an eyebrow. "It's rare to see you openly wielding the Seal of the Fire King."
Yan Xi shot him a glance. "It's also rare to find you chained up."
Mo Lian, now facing two powerful opponents, sighed lightly. "You are really testing my patience."
As Yun Zhi prepared to break the last chain on his wrist, another figure emerged—Ling Yue (灵月).
Walking through the flames that consumed the room, the female warrior bearing the Curse of the Moon approached Mo Lian. A cold, misty light shimmered around her.
"It's over, Mo Lian." Ling Yue's voice was calm, but a storm raged beneath her words.
Mo Lian's gaze flickered between them, analyzing the forces she was up against. Shadow. Fire. The Power of the Moon.
She smiled. "So, you really think you've won?"
At that moment, the entire palace trembled.
Mo Lian had played her final card. The Collapse Seal of the Ice Palace had been activated, and the entire structure began to crack apart with a violent shudder.
Yun Zhi glanced at the others briefly. "We're getting out of here."
But escaping wouldn't be that easy. Bai Xuan (白玄), Ling Feng (凌风), and Ren Yue (仁月) were still trapped inside.
And as the palace collapsed, a far greater danger was approaching.