In the distance, a thick aura of slaughter swept in from the frozen lands. The yokai of the Western Country scattered, not daring to approach.
They knew the leader of Ice Wolf Valley had personally led his army here to seek revenge against another overlord of the Western Country.
The murder of his sons was a blood feud that could never be reconciled.
At the head of the thirty-thousand-strong Ice Wolf Army, the Ice Wolf King's face was as dark as the sky above his troops, which had turned pitch-black.
After arriving in the Western Country, the Ice Wolf King had received more terrible news. His most gifted son, Hyōrinmaru-the son he had believed was still alive-had also died at Mingye's hands.
All his sons were dead. The Ice Wolf King's killing intent had never been so fierce. Never in his life had he wanted to kill a yokai this badly.
His footsteps were heavy, and the aura radiating from him was savagely violent, as though he would charge out at any moment and become the most ferocious of beasts, tearing everything apart.
The sky was frighteningly gloomy, as frightening as the Ice Wolf King's mood.
On a broad road through a forest less than a hundred miles from Bluestone Mountain, Mingye led the Demon Wolf Army as they waited in silence.
Chongli stood beside him, while the Five Demon Wolves headed the Demon Wolf Army's troops spread across five positions.
Mingye had chosen not to fight at Bluestone Mountain this time. It was his home base, after all, not a battlefield.
Soon, the Ice Wolf Army led by the Ice Wolf King caught sight of Mingye and the Demon Wolf Army. They halted less than a thousand meters away.
"You're Mingye?" The Ice Wolf King stepped out from his