Seeing fire sparrows swooping toward them across the sky, the fiends of the Ice and Snow Palace thought nothing of it and all summoned wind and snow to meet them.
Overcoming fire with water was something they excelled at. This fool actually wanted to suppress the people of the Ice and Snow Palace with fire arts. How laughable.
Moreover, they were atop a snowy mountain in winter. Time, terrain, and manpower all favored them.
Wherever the wind and snow passed, even the rocks were coated in ice crystals.
Yet, contrary to the Ice and Snow Palace disciples' expectations, those fire sparrows showed no fear of the storm. They flew against it, spitting flames that landed on the fiends.
"What kind of fire is this?!"
Someone cried out in panic.
They were shocked. Born in the far north, they cultivated freezing yin magical power and ordinarily dealt with fire cultivators of the same level as easily as turning a hand. Never had they imagined that a moment's carelessness today would see them caught out.
They excelled at extinguishing spellfire with wind and snow, but once spellfire impervious to the storm burned their bodies and seared their yin foundations, yin and yang clashed, water and fire raged against each other, and the pain was like being sliced by a thousand knives.
The contrast with the Blood God Sect disciples made this particularly clear.
Screaming, they hurriedly cast spells. Layers of white mystic light surged over their bodies as they tried to suppress the flames.
"It's solar Bing fire!"
One of the fiends recognized it. He had rather delicate, feminine features, and his magical power was the finest among them. In a few moves, he smothered the yang fire.
Seeing the fire sparrows still spitting flames, he took a silver-threaded handkerchief from his