"Attack!"
Seeing more Arcane Corpses emerge, the six cultivators present reacted with equal speed. While some of them had yet to find their footing, they launched a new round of attacks.
Clang clang clang—
"They're complete-form Arcane Corpses—thirty-six of them, even more than before. Get to my side!"
Ling Shuang sensed the appearance of the complete-form Arcane Corpses in advance through his Sword Heart. He then called everyone together, preparing to once more borrow their combined momentum to raise his sword.
But after witnessing the might of his swordsmanship, the Soul Law Spirit had become more cautious. It drew another ten years from its already scant remaining lifespan and used spatial Daoist Magic to scatter the six of them completely.
Without the aid of their fellow cultivators, this time they would have to rely on their own strength to break out of the encirclement.
With both the strength and numbers of their enemies increased, the difficulty of this battle was plain to see.
At the same time, Yun Xiwu, who was protecting the mortal commoners in the valley, once again felt the power of the wind and snow outside intensify.
Moreover, because the Soul Law Spirit had used spatial Daoist Magic, the wind and snow that the surrounding mountains and terrain had once been able to block out gradually passed through those barriers and pressed deeper underground.
"Have you felt it? It's... getting colder here too?"
As the wind and snow pushed inward, the temperature within the valley gradually fell, and the mortal commoners underground slowly noticed the change.
Once someone brought it up, worry and anxiety began to spread through the crowd.
The earliest among them to have been rescued back to the valley had already lived here for more than a year.
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