Other people's perspectives:

The power of the snow ice crystals is no longer enough to support the operation of the storm zone.

On the city wall, Nangong withdrew the suspended snow ice crystals, the blizzard that surrounded the Lost Day City dissipated, and the white ground reflected the sunlight, looking at it from a distance, it was a little dazzling.

In the snow in the distance, corpses were frozen in ice.

They all had different movements, but they all had frightened expressions on their faces.

These are the dragons who died in the Storm Zone.

They were swallowed by the power brought by the snow ice crystals and became cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Nangong slowly stepped into the snow, exuding gentle energy all over his body, and the snow under his feet automatically receded and melted, without touching a single bit.

She ignored the ice sculptures around her and stared straight ahead.

As she slowly stepped into the depths of the snow, more and more snow was melted, and more ice sculptures that had been buried in the snow were revealed.

A flash of white light flashed under her feet, and she teleported a kilometer away.

When I look back, the whole snow field is gone, as if it is early spring.

She is a saint, a descendant of the Frost Dragon Clan, and although her blood is not very pure, she can also control the power of wind and snow.

This snow has been piled up for too long, from the outbreak of war until now.

There were countless corpses frozen inside, most of them from the Demon Dragon Clan.

She glanced at the corpses and turned to leave.

The Valley of the Demon Dragon is not far from the Lost Daylight City.

However, the legend of the Demon Dragon Valley is the origin of chaos, and after the world first opened, there was an invisible barrier on the periphery to protect the chaotic power contained in the valley.

Unless the Demon Dragons agree to enter, no one can force their way into this place except their clansmen.

Outside the barrier, Nangong gently touched it with his hand, and a layer of waves appeared on the surface of the barrier, and the water surface spread inward like ripples.

Soon, the laughter of the rakshasa came.

"Hehehe, the big boss is really punctual, he didn't make me wait for a long time!"

Nangong spoke, his voice cold, "This is my fate, as the city lord, I should do this.

Come out and let me break up with you."

"Hmph." Rakshasa snorted coldly and said, "It's all this time, and it's still so cold, I'm looking forward to seeing the big boss begging for mercy later, and then being trampled on by me and kneeling and licking!"

Nangong didn't reply, clenched his fists.

Soon, the feeling of hindrance in front of me disappeared.

Nangong withdrew his hand and tried to take a step forward.

She managed to enter the barrier, looked into the deep valley in the distance, and continued to face forward.

A figure stood in front of her.

It's a rakshasa.

Rakshasa wears black armor with a cloak fluttering in the wind.

If it weren't for his gloomy eyes, in terms of his overall appearance, he belonged to the handsome type, giving people a green mountain-like feeling.

"Hehe, big boss, don't be in such a hurry, we'll do something interesting later."

Rakshasa stretched out his hand and smiled evilly, intending to caress Nangong's face.

But Nangong slapped him away directly.

In the next second, Nangong handed out a palm and slapped it on his chest fiercely.

Something happened that surprised Nangong.

Instead of dodging, the rakshasa received the punch solidly.

He looked at Nangong, who was full of shock, and grabbed the other party's wrist, "Hehe, big boss, more than ten years ago, you also used this palm, I could barely bear it at that time, and after I went back, I bled and almost died."

He said coldly: "It's a pity that now I'm not what I used to be, and you can't hurt me even a little with all your strength, how can I repay you for your kindness back then?"

Nangong's expression was cold, he didn't reply, and his other hand summoned the wind wheel and quickly swung it towards Rakshasa's head.

The rakshasa didn't wear a helmet, but the wind wheel struck him on the head like a stone with a bang.

Nangong didn't stop his movements and continued to slash, but it was only in vain.

Rakshasa raised her hand, and the wind wheel in her hand trembled, wrapped in a strange force.

With a gentle wave of Rakshasa back, the wind wheel flew out of her hand and fell into the dark valley.

Without a weapon, Nangong stopped attacking, one hand was held tightly by the rakshasa and could not break free.

Rakshasa said, "Do you feel very powerless, weak?

Hehehe, I can kill you at any time now, and you can't kill me at all!"

Nangong was furious and said, "Then we will all die together!"

After that, she mobilized the magic power in her body, intending to blow herself up with the power of the sect level.

A sect-level magician detonated himself, and the power was terrifying, which could cause an entire city to disappear in an instant.

But she was surprised to find that the magic power in her body, for unknown reasons, had become much weaker and lowered to her superiors.

It struck her incredible.

If he blew himself up now, his power would not be enough to destroy the rakshasa, on the contrary, he would give away his life in vain.

Rakshasa smiled smugly and said, "Big boss, how do you feel, don't you feel very surprised?"

Nangong suddenly realized, "Is it the surrounding barrier?"

Rakshasa's eyes lit up, and he praised, "It's worthy of being a big boss, and you found the clue so quickly.

It really can't hurt me with your attack just now, but it's different when you're outside."

Nangong was shocked and regretted it in his heart.

If she had known this, she would not have entered the barrier.

Now it can be said that the sheep is in the mouth of the tiger, and Nangong has no way to escape.

Something surprising happened to her.

Rakshasa didn't do anything to her, but let go of her.

Nangong was puzzled, but did not hesitate, turned around and left quickly, intending to go back outside and fight to the death with Rakshasa again.

But she underestimated Rakshasa's IQ, and the barrier directly blocked her, making it impossible for her to leave.

She turned her head to the sneering Rakshasa and said, "You've already calculated it?"

Rakshasa said, "The great master also overestimates me, and I don't have the ability to predict the future, you entered here by yourself, no wonder me."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

The black aura was released from the palm of his hand and surged towards Nangong.

Nangong instinctively used magic to resist, and a beam of light flew out of his hand, but it was directly devoured by the black qi.

Under her surprised gaze, she was engulfed and wrapped in black gas.

In the blink of an eye, she was transposed by space and led to the center of a blood-red altar.

This is the depths of the dungeon, and the structure is exactly the same as the dungeon beneath the glacial lake.

This is also the reason why Rakshasa was able to enter the underground palace smoothly that day and find the dragon stone statue.

What appeared in front of Nangong was a tall stone statue of a giant dragon.

"He" was twice as big as before, and he seemed to be showing signs of recovery.

Looking around, there is a pool of blood.

There were also skeletons floating in it that had recently melted their flesh.

The blood qi formed a faint vortex, constantly flowing into the mouth of the giant dragon stone statue.

"This is ......" Nangong was shocked, and a feeling of uneasiness welled up in his heart.

"It's a blood array."

In the cage in the corner, a woman with long dark purple hair reminded faintly.

Nangong looked at her and said in surprise, "Are you?"

The purple-haired woman replied, "My name is Freya Bruch, and I'm a half-vampire."

Looking at Freya in front of her, who was in tattered clothes but did not have a single wound on her body, Nangong said, "It is you who was imprisoned by the Rakshasa and ...... Have I abused you?"

Freya laughed to herself, "Isn't it, I'm a vampire, and the wounds on my body heal quickly, so I don't look like I've been abused?"

Nangong shook his head and asked, "Then where is this place?"

Freya said, "The dungeon, the dungeon below the Valley of the Demon Dragon, and further down is the source of the power of chaos."

"The door?" Nangong looked worried.

Freya said, "The elders of the family have said before that there is a Chaos Gate under the Demon Dragon Valley, hey...... Looks like I'm aiding the abuse."

"What do you mean?" Nangong was puzzled.

Freya said, "This blood array, which I told the rakshasas, can resurrect the dead, including...... Dragons."

"Hehe, you two, you guys had a pretty good time?"

The black qi condensed in the center of the blood array, and the figure of the Rakshasa appeared.

Nangong looked at him vigilantly and asked, "Aren't you afraid of being attacked by using the Blood Array Dafa to forcibly reverse the laws of nature and resurrect the dead?"

Rakshasa sneered, "Backlash? Even if there were, it wouldn't be in me."

Freya reminded, "He threw all his people into the pool of blood, so it was the people who were counterattacked, and then the flesh of those people turned into invisible energy and was sent into this stone statue."

"I see him slaughtering his own people every night......

Nangong said, "So, the reason why he didn't send all his clansmen to attack Lost Sun City, and didn't even send troops over for a long time, was it for the sake of manpower and treating them as sacrifices?"

Rakshasa clapped his hands and said, "That's right, I really admire you more and more, big boss, but it's a pity that you are smart and stupid......

Indeed, I was here to preserve the sacrifice.

And these demon dragon clans, raised from a hundred years ago to the present, it is time to contribute their value, for nothing more than this moment.

If I send them to attack you, even if I capture your Lost Daylight City, I will not be able to resurrect my brother, and I may be targeted by other more powerful beings.

So to be on the safe side, I will refine these people, make them sacrifices, resurrect my brother, and then I will unite with my brother to become an even more powerful being.

Conquering Dayless City will only be a matter of waving your hand."

Nangong finally understood why Rakshasa said she was smart and stupid.

It turned out that Nangong actually didn't have to worry about the Rakshasa sending troops to attack the Lost Sun City.

Because all the people under the Rakshasa were sacrificed and swallowed by the dragon statue.

She only needs to concentrate her strength, destroy this altar, and then lead people to strangle the Rakshasa together, so that she can prevent the resurrection of the Demon Dragon King and protect the Lost Daylight City.

But now, she actually missed this great opportunity and came here alone to die.

She felt remorseful.

It's a pity that time can't be reversed, everything can't be repeated, all she can do is accept.

It occurred to her that if she blew herself up here, there was a good chance that the altar would be destroyed.

The Dragonstone will not be able to be respawned.

A long time ago, she tried to lead people to destroy the stone statue, but the stone statue was very hard and had the power of the law, and it could not be shaken.

So she gave up on the idea.