In the Royal City of the Pine Mountain Kingdom.
Ranks of soldiers formed human walls, shouting battle cries as they advanced layer by layer, their orderly formations moving slowly like a forest.
Behind them, mechanisms clattered, followed by the creak of bowstrings drawn taut.
Then arrows whistled through the air one after another, a rain of shafts blotting out the sky.
In the square before the Royal City, an enormous wall of ice dozens of feet high rose like an iceberg that had stood frozen for ten thousand years, stopping every arrow.
Moments later, the ice wall cracked, and a beautiful white wolf shining with silvery light leaped out, pouncing fiercely into the crowd.
"Thrust!"
An officer in the rear hurriedly shouted the command.
Spears thrust out like a forest, their rustling carrying the peculiar rhythm of lives being reaped.
But these were ordinary weapons, never imbued with spirit essence or origin energy. The instant they touched the white wolf's fur, they froze and snapped.
The power of frost even spread along the spears, quickly penetrating the human wall and reaching the hands of the soldiers behind it.
Most of the soldiers had their arms frozen solid in an instant, turning into icicles as they screamed.
Here and there, a blazing aura flashed around an officer or someone with a formidable presence who appeared to be a Martial Dao expert. They resisted the spreading frost, but their faces still turned blue with cold, their bodies stiffening.
They were all ordinary men. What little vital blood and true essence they possessed was far too weak.
Clad in a white brocade Dharma Robe patterned with clouds, Fang Qianyuan sat astride the wolf and watched coldly. Suddenly, he formed a spell gesture, shaping the Hand Seal of Unity.
"Little White, Frost Orb!"
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