"The weak do not even have the right to resist."
The ice and low temperatures blanketing the entire plane were constantly stealing the warmth of living beings.
Countless undead creatures had come from thousands of miles away, and their deaths became snowflakes of ice crystals.
Death might have been a release for them.
This was not speculation, but perhaps the resentment in the God of Winter's final wail. Perhaps he himself had been the shackles locking this world in place.
Perhaps having body heat in this world was an Original Sin.
Boom!
Another colossal frost beast slowly collapsed outside the city walls. The burning Sacred Fire upon its body continued to scatter warmth and power.
Lu PingAn looked up at the sky. A faint holy domain still covered the area around his Silver Fortress. Without it, the entire city would turn into a land of ice and snow in an instant, and everyone would freeze to death.
A source of heat—or rather, the sun—was, in a sense, the true origin of life.
Rumble!
The Holy Fire Chapel continued exerting its power. It did not even need to attack; merely existing here continuously provided the Sun Vines atop the walls with "heat" and "ammunition."
At this point, the Ancient City—or at least the Silver Fortress section of it—had become a verdant forest city.
Ancient trees towered everywhere. Massive trees had been awakened, and one treant after another had become the protagonists of the battlefield.
In a sense, Lady Lin's choice had been correct. Attacking the main base of a Life-type faction was utterly foolish, while Lu PingAn's side had accumulated an astonishing amount of strength.
Directly banning most of each other's Life-type abilities and turning the battlefield into a simple contest of brute force was quite a good choice.
Boom!
But