Several hundred miles away, the two armies of the Western Expedition felt as though a cliff had suddenly appeared in the surrounding air. The slight dryness and heat instantly transformed into the biting chill of midwinter.
The cold wind blowing head-on seemed to carry countless tiny blades, ruthlessly scraping across their bodies and bringing waves of stinging pain.
The chill pierced through their skin into their marrow, then from their marrow into their souls.
This was not merely cold—it was a grim, bone-deep chill.
Everyone instinctively mobilized the Origin Power throughout their bodies to resist it, but with little effect.
Those with robust, vigorous physiques merely felt uncomfortable, but those with weaker vitality suffered greatly.
A very small number even froze and collapsed directly to the ground.
Frost surged in like a tide from the distant horizon, swiftly sweeping across everything around it. Wherever it passed, all things froze over, cloaked in a layer of pristine white frost. The earth, trees, rivers, and mountains—none escaped the cold's embrace.
Then the frost did not stop, instead racing onward toward the far horizon on the other side.
It moved incredibly fast, like a bolt of white lightning streaking across the sky, leaving behind a world of frost.
Freezing a thousand miles, frost chilling the nine provinces!
The sight once again left everyone watching this great battle utterly stunned.
"This is Nether Capital Corpse Fire!"
"A cold flame of utmost yin and utmost chill, said to have originated from the Nine Netherworld."
"Legend says this flame can freeze even souls into pieces. It is terrifying beyond measure."
"This beast could withstand Samadhi True Fire—it must be connected to this!"
"This battle has finally been won!"
"..."
At the same time, at the very heart of Black Wind Mountain.
A snow-white sable demon turned