Everyone cautiously continued forward. The view suddenly opened up before them, revealing a frigid lake. Its waters were like an enormous mirror, reflecting the towering mountains around them and the glittering stars in the sky. Yet beneath this beautiful scenery lurked endless danger—massive chunks of ice floated silently across the lake's surface, like slumbering beasts that could awaken at any moment.
Just then, a sharp crack rang out. One of the largest icebergs suddenly exploded! Countless tiny shards of ice scattered like rain, and a group of warriors clad in icy armor leaped from the shattered ice, brandishing sharp Ice Blades as they charged fiercely at the group. These ice-armored warriors were nimble and swift, moving like the wind. In the blink of an eye, they had closed in.
Faced with this sudden attack, Hope Sacred Bell immediately unleashed her miraculous and powerful sonic force. Yet unexpectedly, the extreme cold severely hindered the sound waves as they traveled, greatly weakening their power. At the same time, the Eternal Sacred Sword seemed to feel the invading chill as well. A thin layer of frost gradually coated its blade, and its once-invincible Sword Light dimmed, its attack power sharply reduced.
The group fell into an unprecedented predicament. On the incomparably slick ice, every step required enormous effort just to maintain balance. Meanwhile, the ice-armored warriors darted through the crowd like ghosts, their Ice Blades slashing down from time to time and stirring up fierce gusts of wind. Shouts of battle and screams intertwined, echoing throughout the valley. Many people gained wounds both large and small, their blood staining the snow and ice beneath their feet.
Amid the tense and brutal battle, the First Generation Inheritor quickly noticed a weakness in the ice-armored warriors' body structure through his sharp insight and vast experience: