Hoo... It was really cold.
After lowering her body temperature, she felt rather uncomfortable. The strands of hair exposed outside had frosted over, turning her head full of white hair. A few ice crystals had formed on the scales of her face, and her skin had become even paler. Her deathly white face, cherry-red lips, and small mouth made for a terrifying sight.
The sword formation drilled into the zombie horde, hacking open a passage. Countless ice and snow creatures followed that passage to tear through the zombies' defensive line, but their advance soon stalled. Powerful zombies had stepped in to block them, and the sword formation erupted again and again with dazzling brilliance as they clashed head-on...
This time, the Western Teachings and the old man's group had learned their lesson. They hung far behind, resolutely refusing to approach the Chunyang Sword Formation lest they be tricked again. A fall into the pit, a gain in wit—if they fell for it again, there was truly something wrong with their brains.
She kicked apart a zombie that had rushed before her, then turned to glance at the other two groups, separated from her by zombies and ice and snow creatures.
She leaped onto another giant ape's head and gazed into the distance. There was roughly another li left. Beyond that, not a single zombie could be seen. The closer she drew to the center, the more she could feel the terrifying presence of dragon bones. The zombies seemed to fear something; no matter how they were forced, even if it meant fighting to the death, they refused to retreat.
Her gaze shifted toward the Western Teachings and the opportunists' group.
"If a mountain can't be brought down, then pry a few stones off it first."
She slid down the giant