The deepest reaches of the Icefield Continent were a vast plain.
At the center of that plain stood an Iceberg, radiating a sacred aura and refracting multicolored rays of chilling light.
As the inheritance of a supreme lineage, it should have been protected by an immensely powerful restrictive seal, yet the seal was now pitifully thin.
The Ice Immortal Vein within the mountain released a vast, dense aura of Immortal Dao ice essence.
The Ice-Snow Spirits drawn here had been almost entirely wiped out. Only five remained outside the mountain, greedily absorbing the Immortal Vein's aura.
But all five were at Nascent Soul Great Perfection. Their bodies were almost solid, brimming with the power of Ice Law.
Although they were opportunities in their own right, they now regarded every outsider as an enemy, making them extremely dangerous.
Their considerable intelligence made matters worse. They knew these outsiders would steal the benefits that could help them grow and transform, so every one of them displayed fierce hostility.
The cultivators of the Langya Ice Palace were all heavily depleted, and their gazes turned in unison toward one direction.
Even heaven and earth in that direction had been stained black, as though an evil force was rapidly approaching.
"How could this be?!" Once she sensed their exact numbers, Mu Ningxue's usually placid expression filled with shock.
She had never imagined that the Evil Immortal would not only return, but bring more than five hundred powerful enemies with him.
She had expected a bitter battle, but never such an overwhelming disparity in numbers-especially when they had already fought a major battle.
"Senior Sister Mu, what do we do now?"
"Damn it, who exactly is he? How did he rally more than five hundred powerful cultivators in such a short time?"
"We can't possibly fight