The wind over the Beiming Ice Plain suddenly stopped.
The entire world seemed to be pinned down by some force.
The air solidified, and every breath felt like swallowing shards of ice.
Kunpeng rose from the ice pit once more.
This time, he held nothing back.
The Northern Darkness Void Locking Array fully activated. Ice Power accumulated over countless millennia surged from beneath the ice sheet, transforming into ice blades that filled the sky.
Each ice blade was several yards long, its edges sharp as knives. There were so many that they blotted out the daylight. The blades spiraled and intertwined in the air like a blizzard falling in reverse, crushing down upon the Human Race army.
The Cultivators at the front had no time to retreat.
The ice blades pierced through their protective Spiritual Light, sliced apart flesh, and froze their meridians.
Dozens were frozen into ice statues in an instant, still locked in their battle stances as they stiffly toppled onto the Ice Plain and shattered into fragments.
From the high platform, the Suiren Clan saw this scene. Rage shot to his head as his hand clenched tightly around the hilt of his sword.
He was the commander-in-chief. He could not lose his composure.
Yan Hao shouted and charged out from the formation.
Golden Sword Qi shot from the tip of his sword, like a roaring Golden Dragon crashing into the swarm of ice blades.
Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the ice blades shattered into powder, but the gap between his cultivation and Kunpeng's was far too great.
Every clash of swords sent his blood and vital energy churning. Blood flowed from his seven orifices as he wagered his life.
Kunpeng did not even spare him a proper glance.
He merely waved his hand casually, and even more