"Moo, moo, moo..."
Wave after wave of bovine cries echoed across the horizon.
When the sea of fire flowed down from Duanjiao Mountain, it first collided with the foremost batch of Ice River Oxen.
These icy river phenomena held out briefly.
They let out a series of "puff, puff, puff" sounds before finally emitting white smoke.
This was a battle between water and fire.
By the principle of the Five Elements restraining one another, water restrained fire.
Because the same amount of water could easily extinguish flames.
Yet the same amount of flame could not evaporate flowing water.
The proportions between the two were different.
But what kind of place was Flame Mountain? It was the headquarters of flames, a place Yaochi had nurtured for who knew how many years.
Naturally, it did not fear water.
The Demon Race wanted to make a fine calculation, using elemental restraint to attack Flame Mountain, but it was almost impossible not to pay a grievous price.
At last, as the icy rivers evaporated, the foremost batch of Ice River Oxen began to scream.
They were completely engulfed by the flames.
Faintly, the scent of roasted meat even drifted through the air.
The Ice River Ox tribe was orderly. Once the oxen at the front were burned to death, more oxen immediately rushed up from behind.
The Ice River Ox tribe continued climbing the mountain.
With every batch that died, they came one step closer to the summit.
Niu Qianjun rose into the air and watched the scene before him.
Countless Ice River Ox corpses fell from above, while screams rang out without end.
His heart ached.
But there was no choice.
What war came without casualties?
Anger smoldered in his heart. So long as they crossed this mountain and fought the Ice Lineage,