Meanwhile, on the Snow Peak battlefield, the six cultivators broke out of the encirclement once more and approached the mountain for the second time.
Naturally, the Soul Law Spirit would not let them have their way. It once again expended its lifespan to repeat the old trick, using the power of spatial Daoist Magic to turn the Snow Peak upside down, then summoned another group of Arcane Corpses to intercept them.
Watching the six men's momentum steadily being worn away by the Arcane Corpses as they struggled through the repeated climbs, a satisfaction it had never known before arose in its heart.
In the past, it had always obeyed the Myriad Corpses Demon Lord's every command. Yet now, within this Wind-Snow World, it too had truly savored the feeling of being in a superior position and controlling everything.
During this third ascent, Shen Yue, being the weakest in cultivation, was the first to run out of strength. He began avoiding battle, advancing toward the summit bit by bit through detours and circling routes.
Shenwu was faring slightly better than him.
Relying on his hard turtle shell, he could still fight the Arcane Corpses, but his climbing speed had clearly slowed considerably.
Dongfang Yingcai came next. Unable to control puppets in this place, her combat power had been greatly reduced. She could only use the various transformation methods of the Spirit-Forging Technique to deal with those complete-form Arcane Corpses.
As for the remaining three, although their progress up the mountain was roughly the same as during the previous two attempts, all of them could clearly feel that their momentum was lacking.
As the saying went, the first beat of the drum roused one's spirits, the second weakened them, and by the third they were spent. They had already reached the summit