Lin Qiuluo was hovering high up in the sky. Her long hair spread out loosely and messily, her face twisting ferociously, which made her look like some foul ghost. A bright ball of lightning with the same look as a shuttle was held in her right palm. Every now and then, a nearly ten feet long lightning bolt would dart out from it, piercing through the air and smiting on the ice layer below which never melted since the ancient era, opening up a large hole measuring over one thousand feet in diameter, and several miles deep.