Within the Samsara Ghost Domain formed by the Ghost Gate Pass's envelopment, the temperature had already been extremely low. With a thought from Wang Yu, an endless cold tide spread outward in all directions with him at its center.
Frost condensed over the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye. Icicle spikes thrust up one after another, rapidly shaping the battlefield most suited for him to bring his ice-path divine abilities to bear.
In earlier years, this task had belonged to Snow Jade. Now, under the support of his vast Demonic Essence, the Ice Battlefield formed almost in the blink of an eye.
The Extreme Cold Storm that rose in the high sky forced the Sword Sect's three thousand Foundation Establishment disciples to press down their flying swords and land on the ground. It was simply too cold up there—cold enough to kill!
Eight Trigrams Exalted Master's expression turned solemn.
"Three Nascent Souls. Judging by their posture, they come from Cold Blood Peak of the Inverse Spirit Blood Sect. Disciples of Savage Ghost Peak, Ferocious Underworld Peak, and Eight Trigrams Peak, follow this old man and form the Mystic Gate Sword Formation."
This move was meant to let the disciples protect themselves. Once the chaotic battle erupted, let alone Foundation Establishment Cultivators, even the eighteen Core Formation Disciples risked being killed by the aftershocks.
Several hundred Mystic Gate Sword Cultivators moved in unison.
Xun, Zhen, Kan, Li, Dui... one Eight Trigrams character after another formed a golden sword formation, rapidly expanding and blocking all the cold currents blowing down from above.
Unfortunately, the gap in cultivation was too great. Even if the other side had not gotten serious and had only used ordinary spells, it still made them suffer terribly. Their faces turned pale at a speed visible