The four judges on seeing the ice crystal seed opal forming on the sect founder's forehead, all intensified their attacks on her.
As the opal was forming, the crystal seed on her forehead greedily absorbed terrifying amounts of spiritual qi in the air, slowly influencing the area.
The temperature dropped significantly as it felt more and more like they were in the deep abyss of a frozen tundra, while another feeling also slowly permeated the air. It was a feeling of corrosion, dissolving, and assimilation. It was like acid vapor was slowly mixed in with the freezing temperature.
Despite the sudden changes that foreshadowed that Feng Qiu was about to make big moves, the four judges remained undisturbed as they continually attacked and defended with the same rhythm.
There was no feeling of urgency, desperation, or fear in their attack. Everything was calculated while the intensity kept growing with every passing second.