More than thirty li west of the traveling palace construction site, a group of armored, armed Spirit Tamers from the Azure Cloud Sect, accompanied by over a hundred Gray Wolves, were battling warriors of the Yaksha race, red-haired, horned beings that looked like ghosts and monsters.
The clash of weapons rang out across the snow from time to time, mingled with the howls of Gray Wolves, the panting of warriors, the roar of wind and snow, and the thunder of spells.
"Aah!"
Suddenly, Blood Baleful Battle Aura streaked with bloody light condensed into a Gang-Splitting Slash. It crossed more than ten zhang of battlefield in succession and struck a Spirit Tamer who was concentrating on controlling several Gray Wolves. Amid his agonized scream, his entire arm and most of his shoulder were cleaved open, blood gushing out in torrents.
"Old Lin!"
"Watch out!"
Another startled cry rang out, accompanied by a fierce rush of wind that made their scalps prickle. A Ring Blade hurtled through the air, sweeping across the bodies of several Spirit Tamers and their Spirit Creatures in succession, throwing up sprays of blood.
Several people were cut, spilling shocking amounts of blood onto the snow. One unfortunate man failed to dodge in time and was cleaved apart on the spot by the Ring Blade, his entire body splitting in two with a ripping sound.
With a violent shudder, the Ring Blade, roughly a foot in diameter, buried itself deep in the solid ice, drawing everyone's eyes.
Wild, unrestrained laughter rang out. "Hahahaha!"
Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a Yaksha expert appear on the battlefield, extraordinarily burly and a full half-body taller than an ordinary Yaksha.
He radiated the profound aura of someone at the peak of the tenth turn of the Human Rank. Blood Baleful