The core region of the Far North was unlike its outskirts. It was home to hundred-thousand-year soul beasts that could not be found on the fringes.
These beings had occupied the depths of the ice fields for ages, and every one of them possessed a ferocity and territorial instinct far beyond those of ordinary soul beasts.
They were unlike the ten-thousand-year soul beasts on the outskirts, which instinctively fled upon sensing a powerful presence.
The hundred-thousand-year soul beasts of the core region had long since established themselves on these ice fields. They had their own territories and would not yield easily.
The environment at the heart of the Far North was also much harsher. The blizzards were several times more violent than those on the outskirts, and the temperature was so low that even protection afforded by soul power could not be maintained for long. A cold that seemed compressed to its utmost limit permeated the air, and every breath carried bone-piercing ice crystals.
If they released their six-winged angel martial souls as they had before, they might well draw attacks from powerful soul beasts.
Qian Hantian stood at the edge of the open ice field. The ice beneath his feet was smooth as a mirror, reflecting the gray-white sky and his figure.
His gaze swept across the vast white wasteland ahead, then settled on the weary faces of his clansmen behind him.
They had already been traveling for many days. Blizzards, crevasses, steep slopes, underground rivers—every step had been harder than expected. Now that they had reached the core region, the danger had increased many times over.
Qian Hantian hesitated for only an instant.
He thought of Snow White, the child who had refused the Angel God's Divine Seat and entered the Far North alone.
Snow White had spent