The second phase's assaults still came in waves.
Zong Shen stood atop the ice-covered battlements of the Wall of Despair, rolling a kernel of popcorn between his fingers.
After the high-intensity advance and slaughter, the front lines entered another brief lull.
This sort of rhythm would grind an ordinary lord to death.
The peaks came one after another, without end.
Having just withstood one intense assault, the Night King's offensive would only slow down, never fully stop.
It gave the lords no chance to catch their breath.
Then, just as they adapted to the current tempo and wanted to relax—
A new peak of intensity would arrive.
Of course, not every lord was enduring assaults as intense as Zong Shen's.
His defensive sector had the grandest setup and the most outstanding performance, so naturally, it drew the most attention.
Still, this nauseating rhythm treated everyone equally.
No wonder Chen Rui had been left with such a deep psychological shadow by the Northern Frontier challenge in his previous life.
At that moment, Zong Shen's eyes shone like stars.
With 99% of the losses reimbursed, Old Zong had never fought such a well-funded battle before!
Zong Shen stared intently at the churning darkness beyond the light barrier.
To him, that darkness was actually the most insignificant obstacle of all.
The wall beneath his feet trembled faintly—not from fear, but from the rhythm of some colossal being shattering the frozen earth as it drew closer step by step.
After the second phase began, the cold's erosion had intensified considerably.
Moreover, as the undead legion's assault grew fiercer, the insulation effect of the [Dawn Light Curtain] weakened substantially.
The [Quantum Furnace Core] and [Solar Seal] surging within Zong Shen continuously pumped out currents of warmth.
They forcibly carved out a small zone of comfort