Taihao stood beside Feng Lixi, a zither in his hands, its strings still trembling faintly. He had just used the zither's music to soothe tens of thousands of Cultivators afflicted by the cold, consuming more than half his Spiritual Power.
Hearing Kunpeng's words, a stubborn defiance surged up from his chest. So what if they were ants?
Ants had teeth too!
"Enough ants can bite an elephant to death."
Taihao met Kunpeng's gaze without hesitation. He knew those words would enrage Kunpeng, and that was exactly what he wanted.
An enraged enemy was easier to deal with than a calm one.
Kunpeng turned his gaze toward Taihao.
His pupils narrowed slightly. Taihao's figure was reflected in his vertical pupils—a Golden Immortal cultivator holding a zither, with an ordinary spirit sword hanging at his waist and not a single decent Dharma Treasure on him.
"What the hell are you?"
Kunpeng found it utterly absurd. He was a Peak Quasi-Saint, yet a mere Golden Immortal had mocked him?
Feng Lixi stepped half a pace forward, shielding Taihao behind her.
She looked at Kunpeng.
"He is my husband."
Kunpeng frowned and swept Feng Lixi a glance. His instincts told him there was something wrong with this woman.
She was clearly only at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, yet standing there made him feel as though he were facing an abyss.
Bottomless and unfathomable.
But he had no time to think further.
The Human Race army's second wave of attacks had already begun.
Taihao closed his eyes and spread his Spiritual Sense across the entire battlefield.
He deduced the Deduction Array's operational paths, the flow of Spiritual Power, and the distribution of its nodes.
Kunpeng's Northern Darkness Void Locking Array was indeed exquisite, but every Formation had a weakness, just as every lock