The Regressor of Mount Hua
Chapter 372. The Xuexue Tribe (2)

Chapter 372. The Xuexue Tribe (2)

An hour ago, the vanguard had already arrived at the basin of the East Mountain and was waiting for the signal from the West Mountain.

In short, it meant that they had observed the movements of the Xuexue Tribe from start to finish. They hadn't expected that the Xuexue Tribe would use sorcery to make the yetis attack, but it no longer mattered at this point.

The yetis had already been butchered for their meat and fur.

"Let's gooo!" shouted Dong Xuelian standing at the helm of the vanguard. She then rushed forward, and the screams of the four hundred and sixty people followed closely behind her.

"RAAAAH!!"

The North Sea Ice Palace roared and ran toward the basin below the hill amidst the forest covered in thick snow.

Their speed was incredible, as they were going downhill.

"Wh-what's going on?!"

"What!"

"Behind us!"

The Xuexue Tribe was startled by the sudden shout.

The acoustics here were great, but the sound was coming from behind them, which meant that it was bad news. As expected, they all looked shaken by the appearance of the enemy who had come out of the forest.

Shaman, the one who had lured the yetis with sorcery, was greatly flustered.

"Dong Xuelian?"

Dong Xuelian was a famous master even in the North Sea. As a strong expert in the North Sea Ice Palace, everyone knew her face.

Upon seeing Dong Xuelian, Shaman instantly recognized the identity of the attackers.

"Impossible!"

Even at a glance, there were close to five hundred of them. It was hard to understand how they safely stepped onto the mountain when there were so many of them.

"The yetis were supposed to hamper them!"

The yetis were shy and mostly avoided people, but things were different now. They were starving and were lured by sorcery. As beasts, their sense of smell and hearing were dozens of times better than humans', so there was no way they would miss this many people.

"What the hell is going on..." While the cogs in Shaman's mind turned, they realized that the North Sea Ice Palace's attire looked strangely familiar.

"Yeti?" Shaman uttered, and their voice was filled with disbelief and shock.

"They're coming!"

"Protect Elder Shaman!"

Rumble.

The snowy mountain shook. There were only four hundred and sixty people instead of a thousand, so the vibrations running throughout the snowy mountain felt unusual.

The North Sea Ice Palace came down from the hill, raising a cloud of dust—no, a cloud of snow, and clashed with the Xuexue Tribe.

"Die!"

"Ugh!"

"Aaargh!"

As soon as the four hundred and sixty multi-ethnic people and two thousand natives clashed, screams louder than the sound of metal clashing against metal tore through the skies.

The houses built with snow were trampled by the Ice Palace warriors as enemies and allies entangled in a fight. The sight of blood spreading across the pure white snow was like ink being scattered on a piece of paper.

"Push them back!"

Dong Xuelian's voice echoed throughout the entire East Mountain.

"Raaah!!"

As the vanguard opened the way, the North Sea Ice Palace also followed with a shout. They weren't moving around carelessly. They charged in a wedge formation that concentrated their breakthrough power at one point.

"AAAARGH!"

"Ugh!"

While the battlefield was made up of women, their brutality was no different from that of the men of the Central Plains. Whenever they swung their sword, organs would spill out of their enemies.

Whenever they pierced an artery of an enemy, hot blood would spurt out of the wound.

Those with long hair were grabbed by the hair and beaten until their faces were black and blue.

Even the beautiful faces of the North Sea turned horrid in an instant.

"What are you doing?!" Shaman's stern voice rang out amidst the cacophony of agonized screams and shouts full of courage to raise morale. At this rate, we will all be annihilated.

Shaman was shocked by the fact that the group of yeti they trusted had ended up getting hunted, but then they came to their senses upon hearing a scream.

It was surprising, but they couldn't be flustered forever.

"There are only a little over four hundred of them!"

The Xuexue Tribe had two thousand warriors. Their numbers were more than double.

"Show me the power of those who walk on the snow!" Shaman shouted, and their wooden mask shook at their scream.

"Ooooooooo!"

"Stop them!"

Shaman's voice gave strength to the Xuexue Tribe. It wasn't just a matter of raising morale. Their voice raised gave them courage, eliminated their fear, and reduced their pain.

It was a spell that affected the brain, manipulating their senses and emotions.

A sorcerer was both a symbolic being and a spellcaster capable of creating harmony between heaven and earth. Their power was real.

The regrettable thing was that it couldn't affect the enemy's brain.

The Xuexue Tribe hesitated for a moment, but the warriors with Shaman's sorcery enveloping their figures launched an aggressive offensive.

"You dare!"

Dong Xuelian was not one to give up a victory she had finally seized. As the helm of the vanguard of the North Sea Ice Palace, she displayed strength befitting her status. The blade of her sword shone faintly as Ice Desolation Qi flowed out.

Squelch!

Dong Xuelian's sword was as fierce as the Northern Blizzard, and it was terribly cold. If it touched skin, even a little, one would get frostbite.

The Xuexue Tribe's members grew stiff, and their pulses slowed down. The heat from the battle returned to normal as their very being grew cold.

Flicker!

Whenever the best swordswoman of the North Sea moved her hand, screams would erupt. The blood that sprayed out like fog transformed into snowflakes in midair.

"Dong Xuelian!"

A Xuexue Tribe warrior with a missing arm turned around and slashed their bone saber horizontally. She strained herself for the sake of revenge.

Clang!

Unfortunately, revenge was out of her grasp.

"A mere man dares!" shouted the same Xuexue Tribe warrior with a distorted face.

The one who blocked the sword made of whale bone was Myagmar. Myagmar slashed the female warrior's saber away and spun around in a flashy half-turn to chop the enemy's head.

It was a movement that was both calm and quick, making him appear as if he were an assassin. Although his main objective was reconnaissance, his martial skills were still extraordinary, which was to be expected of the captain

"You plundering bitches!"

The great warrior of the Xuexue Tribe, Tishishak, stepped forward and shouted, "I'll kill you!"

The scar from the claw marks that stretched from above her left eye to near her right cheek was impressive. She threw herself forward, and the ground shook with her every step, and it was like she weighed as much as her size.

The hearts of her allies also beat in time with the tremors.

"A-aaah!"

The Ice Palace warrior standing in front screamed in fear. She wanted to jump to the side to dodge, but her legs wouldn't move at all due to fear. On the other hand, an eerie smile spread across Tishishak's mouth. She could already see the enemy in front of her getting torn apart like firewood.

Clang!

"Huh?"

Sparks flew, and the sound of metal clashing against metal rang out.

Tishishak's eyes opened wide.

"Get back!"

Luo Xiaoyue pushed away Tishishak's Whalebone Saber, and her shout wasn't a remark made to the enemy. It was made to warn an ally in danger.

"You blocked my saber?" Tishishak's face turned pale. Anger welled up at the humiliation of being blocked by a nameless individual. "Fine, let's see if you can block this, too!"

Tishishak snorted and raised her Frigid Yin Qi. Most of the people of the North Sea, whether of indigenous, immigrant, or multi-ethnic background, practiced an Ice Desolation Art. Tishishak was no different.

She drew strength from her lower dantian, and a pure white haze formed on her Whalebone Saber before condensing.

Crack!!

Luo Xiaoyue's sword was covered in pure white frost.

The enemy's qi had to have infiltrated it.

"What do you—" Tishishak sneered, but she instantly closed her mouth.

The sword that was supposed to be frozen had blown away the frost and was now giving off a sweet scent. The most noticeable thing was the concentration of qi on the sword. Tishishak was terrified when she realized what it was.

"Great heavens!"

Flutter!

There was no time to be surprised as sword strikes rained down like rain on her.

Tishishak stepped back and retreated.

"You bitch, you're not from the North Sea!"

The moment they exchanged qi, Tishishak instantly realized that fact.

Luo Xiaoyue's qi didn't have the Frigid Yin Qi characteristic of an Ice Desolation Art. That alone was enough to infer her origin.

"Yes," Luo Xiaoyue answered curtly and turned her sword around to hold it up straight.

An extraordinary aura emanated from her gesture.

Tishishak's face stiffened.

Swoosh.

A blizzard blew in without warning amidst the tense standoff, but the blizzard wasn't born from the unique climate of the North Sea.

"Just what the hell are you doing?!"

Shaman standing in the middle of the Xuexue Tribe was the reason behind it.

Their expression was impossible to decipher because of their wooden mask, but their frustration could be felt.

"I refuse to let this slide!" Shaman raised their hand, and the blizzard intensified. The snowflakes that fluttered like butterflies turned into ice shards. The temperature dropped rapidly.

The wind sweeping across everyone's skin left thin wounds oozing with blood, but those drops of blood soon froze and formed into icicles. The blizzard intensified, and one's vision began to distort into a hazy white.

It became difficult to discern one's enemies and allies.

"Ugh!"

Clatter!

One could hear the sound of jawbones hitting each other. The North Sea Ice Palace and the Xuexue Tribe both trembled at the anomalous climate.

Their ears turned blood red, then soon turned blue. Their fingers and toes became sore, as if they were going to break.

"E-Elder!" a warrior of the Xuexue Tribe pleaded, unable to bear it. The abnormal climate in the basin of the mountain didn't discriminate between enemies and allies. It sucked everyone's vitality to the core.

"Tsk!"

Shaman clicked their tongue and frowned.

To think that they forced me to use my last resort!

The climate change spell was a spell that Shaman had been keeping under wraps.

It was strong, but it had many problems.

The lack of ability to distinguish between the enemy and allies was one of those issues, and the fact that it obscured one's eyesight was a problem as well. Above all, it consumed too much mental power.

"I prepared this spell for the Palace Master of the Ice Palace, but what can I do now? Everything has been spilled. Since things have already gotten this far, how can I make things progress even faster?" Shaman trailed off. There was doubt in their voice.

In a blizzard where one couldn't see even an inch ahead, he could see a faint shadow walking through the haze, even though there was ice pouring down from above.

Their movement seemed so leisurely that Shaman doubted their eyes, wondering if they were dreaming.

"Ah, how refreshing."

Now, they doubted their ears and wondered whether they were hallucinating.

"W-who?" Shaman asked reflexively. Since the Ten Thousand Year Ice Essence was nearby, they wondered whether it was a spiritual beast sleeping in the Snow Mountains or the inland sea of ​​the North Sea.

"Six Empyrean Overlords," answered the shadow that emerged from the snowstorm.

"The Sword God!" Zhou Xuchuan answered earnestly while stretching out his left hand. The hem of his sleeve billowed out around him.

Thwip!

Amidst the thick, dark clouds, a streak of flight flashed by.

It was a dagger, and it drew a line across the air.

The Great Warrior of the Xuexue Tribe could easily react to such an attack, but a pure sorcerer like Shaman was different.

They weren't physically outstanding like the Blood Demon or the cannibal chieftain of the Cannibal Tribe of the Southern Jungles.

Thus, the dagger easily pierced their face.

"Kya!!"

Thunk!

The wooden mask extended Shaman's life. The strange mask reinforced with sorcery was split into two, and long, snow-white hair flowed out through the gap.

"You bastaaaaard!" someone shouted as soon as Shaman collapsed to the ground.

A Great Warrior of the Xuexue Tribe then burst through the blizzard. She was the Guard Captain of the Xuexue Tribe, and she was furious that their sacred sorcerer and leader had been attacked.

The fact that she ran like lightning as soon as she heard the voice meant that her loyalty and senses were worthy of praise.

"I'll kill you..." The guard captain's voice echoed from the side.

The voice was enough for Zhou Xuchuan to figure out her location. He glanced in that direction and saw a knife coated in knife aura. Zhou Xuchuan took a step back to avoid the attack coming from the side.

Woosh!

The guard captain's face twisted with shock. She found it unbelievable that Zhou Xuchuan had avoided the attack by just taking a step back.

"Move."

Zhou Xuchuan looked annoyed as he "poked" his foot into the guard captain's side, who was about to fall forward.

"Ugh!"

The guard captain was struck in the side and was forced to roll across the snow.

"The fact that I'm not sweating feels so refreshing. How nice."

Shaman trembled like an aspen tree.