As his voice rang out across the wilderness.
Both the Rogue Cultivators still watching from afar and the Lingxu Sect disciples fighting the demons froze in place.
Everyone exchanged bewildered looks, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
Noticing their hesitation.
Xuan Yuanming frowned slightly, his expression darkening.
He gave a cold snort.
The terrifying cultivation of the Thirteen Chess Pieces surged forth without restraint.
Purple-black mist shot into the sky, forming an enormous Demon Palace.
Its crushing pressure weighed on everyone's shoulders like a mountain.
"..."
Lu Tangxi gritted her teeth and pondered.
A Great Demon of the thirteenth-piece chessmaster realm who would attack even a fellow general serving the Cloud-Dream Palace was clearly a madman who respected no taboos.
But why would he leave them a way out?
Still, remaining here would be nothing short of courting death.
She forced herself to her feet and shouted toward Xu Liang and the others in the distance, "Board the ship. We're leaving."
As though granted a pardon, the Lingxu Sect disciples leaped aboard the treasure ship.
The treasure ship turned, became a streak of light, and fled into the depths of the snowstorm without looking back.
Seeing even the Dao Sect members flee, the Rogue Cultivators dared not linger.
Scrambling and stumbling, they formed hand seals and scattered like birds and beasts.
In the blink of an eye, the once-bustling Frost Ridge had emptied completely.
The wind and snow returned to desolation.
Only a dozen or so demons from Qianyuan Cave remained.
They stood forlornly in place, staring in fear and uncertainty at Xuan Yuanming, who stood with his halberd in hand.
Their own general's fate was unknown, and this fiend from the Southern Immortal Palace blocked their path.
They could neither retreat nor advance.
A long while passed.
At last,