"Shameless brat! Since you dared challenge me, why don't you have the guts to fight me? You sniveling turtle, you burrowing rat—die!"
Old Demon Zhong roared with rage. His soul sense stirred, and the four gleaming needles shot toward the snow once more.
He had made up his mind not to fight a protracted battle. If that Xu fellow was set on playing snow rat, then he would play along and see who could outlast whom.
The soul sense needed to control the gleaming needles was negligible. He wouldn't mind keeping this up until the same time tomorrow.
But he didn't believe Xu Yi could keep using a magical artifact for so long to ward off his needles. Given enough time, Xu Yi would eventually be unable to hold out against the attacks and let his guard slip. Then the needles would make their power known.
Normally, Old Demon Zhong would never have been so cautious. But after the blue-robed middle-aged man had repeatedly warned him and pointed out the dire consequences of being careless and getting turned around in a ditch, Old Demon Zhong had cast his pride aside. All that mattered was victory.
Half an hour passed. The snowy plateau, vast as a sea of clouds, lay quietly beneath the pale-blue sky. Golden sunlight spread across the snowfield, and a gentle breeze stirred up wisps of snow.
The entire battlefield was utterly still. Now and then, a clumsy crow or two even landed in the fighting area, then took off again.
More than a hundred thousand people watched the battlefield in dead silence.
"Ha... Pfft... Ha... Pfft..."
Atop a towering pine, a fat man in a sapphire-blue robe had fallen asleep with his arms around the trunk. His snores thundered like rumbling drums, and a string of thick,