On the stockade wall, Qi Zhong led the Longbo Tribe's warriors to gaze out from above.
Heaven and earth changed color.
All three thousand members of the Bingyi Tribe poured out of their nest, surging from the dense forest to the north and filling the mountain paths and meadows in a teeming mass.
Their ice-blue armor gleamed with a chilling light beneath the sun, like a moving glacier.
Fang Kui led the charge. His towering body, covered in ice-blue Hornless Dragon tattoos, stood out at the head of the formation. He gripped a great spear formed from ice, and wherever its tip pointed, fine ice crystals condensed in the air.
Dark clouds churned overhead, blotting out the sunlight. Through them, an immense shadow could just be seen winding back and forth. Its entire body was covered in scales like ten-thousand-year-old ice, and every sweep of its body stirred a bone-piercing gale that sent the mountain trees swaying wildly.
Its dragon head occasionally emerged through gaps in the clouds. A pair of cold blue slit pupils looked down indifferently at the stockade wall, while the white vapor streaming from its mouth and nostrils condensed into icy mist. It drifted down in flurries, coating the wall in frost.
Qi Zhong tightened his grip on the Yu King's Great Axe, raised his head, and shouted, "Fang Kui! Last time, Yu Huang fell before our gate, and half your main force died beneath the iron trees. You still dare come here to your death?"
Fang Kui sneered at the head of his troops, his voice rolling across the battlefield like muffled thunder. "Qi Zhong, that outsider you brought in has already flown far away with that fox woman! Without help, do you lumbering fools think you're fit to stop my Ice Yi Army?"
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