Snow and wind swept across the sky like blades, scraping over Ice Peak and ravines with a wailing roar and shrouding the entire Icefield in a vast white haze.
Towering Ice Peaks pierced the sky, their surfaces coated in ice that had not melted for ten thousand years. Scattered ice-covered rocks and snowy forests formed natural barriers, cutting sightlines to pieces.
Li Yun hid sideways in a narrow crevice on the sheltered side of an ice peak. The Cold True Intent flowing slowly around him blended perfectly with the icefield's biting chill.
He drew his presence so deeply inward that he seemed one with the ice and snow. Even a Sage's senses would struggle to detect him.
Through the swirling snow, he watched the five furious figures spreading out below. A cold smile touched his lips.
From deliberately showing himself outside the city to luring them into this treacherous Icefield, then using the terrain to slip away, everything had gone according to his plan.
The members of the Cold Edge Hunting Group were arrogant, and rage had clouded their judgment. Eager to kill him, they were bound to spread out and search. That was exactly what he wanted.
One-on-one, now that he had reached the Second Layer of the Cold Mountain Art, he had no fear of these veteran Lower Sages, whose wounds had yet to heal. Besides, this Icefield was his territory.
Below, Lu Kui divided the five of them among five directions, his face dark. He left several hundred meters between each pair, widening their search while keeping them close enough to answer one another if attacked.
"Search carefully! Dig three feet into the ground if you have to, but find that brat!"
"When you do, don't hold back. Cripple his cultivation first. I'll torture him slowly until