Only then did everyone's expressions ease a little.
"Not even a blade of grass in this damned place. What kind of opportunity is this?" Heavenly Hatred True Lord muttered, scanning their surroundings.
Chen Lin extended his divine sense.
It had barely reached ten li before it sank as though into a mire. The laws within the wind and snow forcibly shredded it, sending a stab of pain through his head.
"It suppresses divine sense. Be careful. Keep moving."
Chen Lin led the way, his footsteps crunching through the thick snow.
Sheltered beneath the East Emperor Bell's barrier, the five walked across the deathly silent ice field for the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Suddenly.
Chen Lin stopped short.
"What's wrong?" Yun Sheng tightened her grip on the Azure Cloud Sword.
Chen Lin said nothing. Instead, he lowered his gaze to the ice field beneath his feet.
Without warning, basin-sized mounds rose across the surface of the snow.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
A string of muffled bursts erupted one after another.
Snow-white monsters emerged from the ice field ahead. They resembled snow wolves, but sharp ice spikes protruded from their bodies. They had no eyes, only enormous mouths filled with fangs.
One, ten, a hundred...
Within mere breaths, these snow beasts covered the ice field as far as the eye could see. Thousands upon thousands, packed together in a seething mass.
"Nascent Soul!" Changqingzi sucked in a cold breath, his voice trembling. "They're... they're all Nascent Soul!"
Without exception, the snow beasts' auras ranged from early to middle Nascent Soul!
Tens of thousands of Nascent Soul demon beasts-outside this place, they would have been enough to sweep through the Great Yu Dynasty and flatten Earth's defensive lines in an instant.
"No signs of life, and no demon core auras.