Han Dong, wrapped in a fluffy White Polar Bear Coat, walked at the very front of the group.
The Truth Demon Sword, fully named "Terendis's Lost Demon Sword, Eraser of Truth,"
floated beside him, occasionally shifting its position on its own.
The blade would also tilt to varying degrees, as though shaking its head or adjusting its posture.
No matter how fiercely the cold wind howled or how low the temperature dropped, the Truth Demon Sword was completely unaffected by freezing.
Moreover, after Han Dong's use of it over this period, the liquid substance on the sword's surface had taken on a turbulent appearance, coiling with an aura that symbolized eternal death.
Pop suddenly asked:
"Nicholas, the enemy isn't affected by domains and is immune to magic... can your mental attacks actually work on them?"
"I wasn't sure whether they would work at the time.
My mad laughter had recently made a breakthrough, and I was planning to find a target to test it on. An undead creature born from the Shattered Dimension was an excellent experimental subject.
So I made an assumption. If it didn't work, I would slash apart both the target and its skull.
If it worked, I would preserve the skull for my own use.
...I didn't expect it to actually be effective."
"What is the skull's current condition?"
"It's still being eroded. The progress is a little slower than expected, so I'll dig out the intelligence once the erosion is complete... Judging by the current situation, the other team should be advancing from the other side of the Frozen Land, just like us.
If they are strong enough, we should meet in the center of this frozen wasteland.
Also, since these undead harbor absolute hostility toward us, we might as well kill our way through.