Battle at the Spirit Gathering Tower

The night was deep and dark. The Spirit Gathering Tower stood like a pitch-black giant sword, piercing the sky. Blood-red patterns flowed faintly across its body, adding even more ominousness to this dead and silent land.

Suddenly, battle cries erupted in the open ground beneath the tower, tearing through the brief tranquility. The radiance of various spells exploded at once, churning the darkness.

"Entangle!" Zhang Yantang shouted in a low voice, forming hand seals with both hands. His immortal foundation, [Yuanmu Xuan'kao], activated. The ground rustled as countless vines glowing with green light burst from the earth like green snakes that had lain in wait for years, swiftly wrapping around the Zhao Family cultivators' ankles. The barbs on the vines glittered coldly, and seemed about to drive deep into flesh and bone.

However, a sudden change occurred!

A surge of extreme cold rushed up the vines in reverse. Thick black blood actually seeped from the barbs with a hissing sound, while bone-piercing Mystic Ice true qi clung like a festering parasite and bit back. The green vines' vitality rapidly froze, and ghastly white frost condensed across their surfaces. Their growth was immediately thwarted.

Zhang Yantang's face went pale. He grunted, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He clenched his teeth, changed his finger arts, and desperately urged his spiritual power onward. The frozen green vines writhed and struggled painfully in the black blood, trying to break through the Mystic Ice's restraints. Inch by inch, they forced their way forward, but progress was difficult, and they could only barely slow the enemy's advance.

"Roar of Ten Thousand Beasts!"

At that moment, thunderous wolf howls erupted behind them. Led by Zhang Yanqin, thirty Mysterious Armor Demon Wolves leaped out like a black tide. Demonic aura and