At the summit of the mountain range, clouds churned.
Leng Kezhen hovered in midair, surrounded by thirty-six bronze formation talismans. Each was no bigger than a palm, its surface inscribed with gray runes. They hummed at that moment, casting forth blood-red radiance that made hearts quail.
The radiance interwove, instantly spreading beneath his feet into an enormous formation diagram that covered half the mountaintop. Within it, Killing Intent condensed and faint roars echoed. More than a hundred translucent, ghostly blue warhorses, formed entirely from Killing Intent and Demon Race souls, raised their heads and neighed. Their hooves shattered the void. Upon every horse sat a similarly formed Cavalryman wielding a blade, the killing intent at its tip as bitterly cold as winter.
Qingjiang stood on the other side. Frost rapidly spread beneath her feet, turning the place where she stood into an ice field as smooth as a mirror, sharply divided from the rolling tide of killing intent. She held a constantly spinning Profound Ice Pearl in her hand. Though the treasure pearl was only the size of a fist, it exuded an ultimate chill, as though it contained a ten-thousand-year frozen abyss. Threads of profound ice qi fell from it, forming crystalline ice barriers around her.
After a brief exchange of looks, Leng Kezhen pressed two fingers together and pointed. Dozens of Killing Intent warhorses within the formation abruptly charged forth like arrows loosed from a bow. Their hooves trod upon empty air, yet produced muffled booms like war drums. Their blades tore through the air, trailing shrill ghostly blue arcs as they charged Qingjiang from every direction. The offensive was fierce, yet cleverly avoided her vital points.
A trace of pain flashed through Qingjiang's eyes, but she did not hesitate to activate her power. The Profound Ice Pearl