The Sea-Calming Boat traveled through lead-gray clouds for three days before the outline of an island clad in silver-white finally appeared where sea met sky. The island was small, shaped like a crescent moon and buried beneath thick ice and snow, its surface gleaming with a chilling luster beneath the gloomy sky. This was Cold Moon Island.
"What intense cold!" Han Li stood at the bow, his Profound Yin Spirit Eye slightly open as he sensed the bone-piercing chill radiating from the island. The cold contained pure water-attribute spiritual power, but threads of ice fiend qi were mixed into it. Ordinary cultivators who stayed here too long risked having their meridians freeze.
Commander Tie Zhan looked grave. "Cold Moon Island produces ice soul crystals, the core material for refining Mystic Ice Formation Flags. But the demonic beasts here are fierce, especially the Icefield Demon Wolves. They hunt in packs and are extremely difficult to deal with. Half a month ago, they joined several Foundation Establishment demonic beasts in besieging the resource site. The protective formation nearly collapsed, and more than half the disciples guarding the island were killed or wounded."
The Battle Guard Hall disciples aboard the boat all looked worried. Han Li, however, remained calm; he already had a plan in mind. The Icefield Demon Wolves lived in packs and appeared ferocious, but they had their weaknesses-they feared fire and shunned yang, and their coordination was limited when acting as a group. With the right formation, they were not necessarily impossible to handle.
The Sea-Calming Boat landed in a sheltered bay on the island's southern side. Snow lay a foot deep along the shore, and the bitter wind howled. A Battle Guard disciple in heavy armor came forward to greet them. He was Lin Feng, the captain left in