Yang Wudi saw what lay before him.
Cold Qi.
Vast torrents of Cold Qi surged up from deep within the icefield and poured into the breach. The shattered remains were bound back together by the Cold Qi, faster than on any previous occasion.
Yang Wudi struck five times. It grew back in three breaths.
The Metal-body's fist slammed into the thing's chest, punching a hole through it. Inside were densely packed demonic beast heads, some still opening and closing their mouths, letting out faint hisses.
Two breaths later, the hole was filled with Cold Qi, which froze back into solid matter.
Yang Wudi drew a ragged breath.
Maintaining the Metal-body consumed enormous amounts of spiritual energy, and the Soul-Illuminating Mirror had already begun to grow hot.
The thing raised its hand and brought its palm crashing down.
Yang Wudi crossed his arms to block.
The Metal-body's shield braced against the palm. The ice beneath Yang Wudi's feet collapsed thirty meters deep, and he was driven back over three hundred meters.
His boot soles broke.
Cracks appeared across the Metal-body.
Blood seeped from the corner of Yang Wudi's mouth, salty and metallic as it trickled inside.
The thing began walking forward.
It was heading south.
Toward the direction of Yang Mie's retreat.
Yang Wudi swore.
The retreating force included over two hundred independent cultivators ranging from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core. Against an existence of this caliber, they would crumble at a single blow.
With every step it took, another layer of ice formed on the ground, and Cold Qi spread south along its surface. In the distance, the footprints left by Yang Mie's force were already faintly visible.
Yang Wudi wiped the blood from his mouth.
I can't let it head south.
Yang Wudi closed his eyes.
The Soul-Illuminating Mirror