Armies battled across the ice plains.
What experience did ordinary loose immortals have in legion warfare? At best, they could barely maintain a formation and hurl all manner of magical treasures and spells forward. They inevitably interfered with and collided against one another, which was precisely why the ice-men legion managed to hold them back.
Noise, upheaval, blades hacking, spells flying wildly.
One loose immortal was highly experienced in the Jianghu, always lurking in the rear and watching for a chance to launch a sneak attack.
Seizing an opportunity, he fiercely flung out a slender purple rope, seemingly crafted from some immortal vine. Fire could not burn it, blades could not sever it. Like a venomous snake, it slipped between his fellow cultivators, skimming over the ice before wrapping around an ice man wielding an ice blade at lightning speed, strangling it tight!
With a sinister sneer, he produced an earth-yellow bead and smashed it down.
Crack~!
The earth-yellow bead shattered the ice man's head.
The ice man that had just been swinging its weapon in battle collapsed with a clatter, breaking into shards of ice. The loose immortal retrieved his rope and bead, then aimed at his next target. The ice men were too rigid; as long as one found the right method, destroying them was not particularly difficult.
He darted about furtively...
Suddenly!
A heavy, overwhelming pressure descended!
The loose immortal holding the rope looked up, and his heart instantly turned cold...
"There's no way..."
He abruptly stopped.
A White Divine Dragon three hundred zhang long crashed down upon the ground. The ice plains shook, and over a thousand loose immortals were reduced to dust. Immortal heads were hard, but not as hard as divine beast scales. Apart from several raised demon beasts that barely retained their shapes,