The Regressor of Mount Hua
Chapter 373. Yishan Ice Valley (1)

Chapter 373. Yishan Ice Valley (1)

As the dark clouds vomited snow onto the West Mountain Basin, the screams of the North Sea Ice Palace members and the Sahka's martial artists resonated throughout the wind.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Ugh!"

"Kyaaa!"

The climate of the West Mountain was calmer than the East Mountain. Snow was falling, but it descended in an elegant dance. The East Mountain and the West Mountain, separated by a valley made of ice, had different landscapes.

It was like the world was cut in half.

However, what happened on the frigid land was not much different.

Two thousand assimilated northerners and three thousand immigrants. In total, five thousand people were in the midst of taking each other's lives.

"North Wind Captain!"

Those active on the front lines naturally stood out in the fierce battle, and Xue Yong was one of them. While the North Wind Captain looked fragile, one couldn't make fun of her appearance.

She was a master known throughout the North Sea and was second only to Dong Xuelian in strength.

"Cut ​​off the breathing of the North Wind Captain!"

The warriors of the Sahka, a famous fighting tribe in the North Sea, were fearless. After freezing even their fears and suspending their worries, a group of about fifteen rushed at Xue Yong.

"Die!"

"Die!"

The North Sea Ice Palace and the Sakha Tribe hadn't been on good terms since ancient times. They had a long history of fighting, and there were many grudges between them.

Xue Yong was also a part of that history.

As expected of the North Wind Captain, she participated in many battles and made many merits.

On the battlefield, merit meant how many enemies one had killed.

Many "grudges" were concentrated in a single location, and everyone's weapon all aimed for a vital spot on Xue Yong.

"Captain!" shouted Davaa, the North Wind Vice Captain.

"It's okay," Xue Yong muttered while moving. She straightened her back and shortened her stride. She took a defensive stance, minimizing her openings.

Woosh!

The sword of the North Wind Captain wasn't flashy. It was a simple string of attacks. She barely moved from her spot, but strangely enough, she accurately struck down all the attacks aimed at her vital points from all directions.

"Ice Wall Sword Technique!" a warrior of the Sahka Tribe shouted, sounding full of hatred. It was a sword technique named after its almost motionless nature that made it seem like a wall.

While it wasn't a divine sword art like the Ice Soul Divine Sword, it was a powerful sword that managed to make a name for itself in the North Sea.

The scary thing was that, despite being a sword biased toward defense, it could take revenge on the enemy and definitely take their lives.

If one underestimated the Ice Wall of the North Sea, one wouldn't just get hurt. If one made one wrong step, one would be done for.

Xue Yong's Ice Wall Sword Technique was the same. If one were to approach her rashly, one's life would be taken away.

"Kyaa!!"

"Aagh!"

More than half of the fifteen people returned to the bosom of the North Sea in an instant, while the survivors were seriously injured.

"Bite that bitch to death!"

"Go!"

"Tear off her limbs!"

The Sakha Tribe didn't just stay still. They moved with their gray wolves, which were the symbol of the tribe. They were different from the ordinary wolves of the Central Plains. Their eyes, targeting their prey, burned fiercely as they moved their massive forms toward their prey.

Their fur was thick, perhaps to withstand the severe cold of the North Sea, but they still looked a little weak compared to their body size. The wolves also had sunken bellies, as they, too, couldn't escape the food shortage of the North Sea.

"Grooowl!"

Thud!

Thud, thud, thud!

About twenty of them ran across the snowfield, and their speed was comparable to that of lightness art masters. Their tongues were sticking out, and drool was dripping down their jaws.

Their fangs, visible through their slightly open mouths, seemed to be filled with murderous intent.

"Growl!"

Thud!!

The gray wolf in the lead flew forward. Its gaping mouth was aimed at Xue Yong's nape.

Squelch!

"Huff!"

However, the wolf tasted not human flesh, but iron. Moreover, it struggled to even scream in pain. The gray wolf streaking across the skies was impaled by a spear, or rather a harpoon, coming in from the side.

The gray wolf collapsed to the ground.

"How audacious!"

Davaa pulled his arm back and retrieved the harpoon.

The harpoon was like a long spear, but it was light blue and had iron branches all over it for the sake of catching fish.

Those barbs were used to keep fish from escaping once caught, but when dealing with people or animals, the barbs caused immense pain. It would tear off flesh every time the harpoon was wrenched out of one's skin.

"Ha!"

Davaa alternated between holding the harpoon in each hand, and he would sometimes use both hands to stab at the gray wolves and the enemies. Whenever the aquamarine harpoon covered in branches pierced an enemy, a miserable scream would echo immediately afterward.

"Follow the Captain!"

"Ha!"

"Be wary of the wolf pack's ambush!"

"The formation is collapsing on that side! Reinforce it!"

Looking down from the sky, the North Sea Ice Palace side had the upper hand in the battlefield. The number of Sakha Tribe members was noticeably reduced.

"As long as we keep going like—" The Ice Wall of the North Sea, Xue Yong couldn't continue her sentence.

"Nonsense!"

Boom!

"...!"

Xue Yong's body, which had reached its extreme limits, reacted immediately. She felt a chill run down her spine and leaned back. What followed was a terrifying wind pressure, and a heavy, thunderous shockwave made by a blade.

A giant saber was also reflected in her pupils.

BOOM!

The wind blew across them. It wasn't a blizzard or a gale. It was a storm. Few people could create such a powerful wind pressure.

"Onoodor!"

Onoodor was the daughter of Nar, the leader of the Sakha Tribe. She was a great warrior in her own right.

The gray wolf fur covering her head felt alive and vibrant, and the giant saber that had just created the storm was too big to be described as simply "large."

It wasn't a spear, but a saber, and yet it was a whopping five feet long.

The blade wasn't narrow either. What was even more unusual than the weapon was Onoodor herself. She was handling the giant saber as if it were her own hand, but she was a head shorter than her own weapon.

It seemed as though she could get crushed to death by her giant saber at any moment, so it was amazing how she was holding it nonchalantly.

"Weak little dogs of the Ice Palace!" Onoodor screamed. Contrary to her appearance, her speech was extremely rough. Her temperament was also violent, which led to her receiving the nickname "Mad Dog of the North Sea."

As expected of a mad dog, she was incredibly vicious.

"All of you, fuck off!" Onoodor shouted and swung her sword, aiming for Xue Yong's lower body.

"This..." Xue Yong jumped toward a high place. The warriors nearby flung themselves away at the same time. Fortunately, Xue Yong avoided having her legs cut off, but not everyone was safe.

Squelch!

"Ahhh!"

Onoodor was a Great Warrior and was a Harmony Realm Master by the standards of the Central Plains. She was able to swing a giant saber twice as long as her body, thanks to her training and cultivation base.

While she couldn't use aura as if it were water like Zhou Xuchuan or Luo Xiaoyue, she could ignore the weight limitations of her giant saber.

"Become a sacrifice for the Sahka!"

A storm—no, a Mad Wind swept in. Onoodor held the giant saber in her slender fingers and let it hang down, racing forward with her tiny form.

When one saw her casually performing the Traversing Snow, Traceless Steps, one could easily deduce that she was indeed a Great Warrior.

"Damage!"

"Gyaaak!"

The warriors in Onoodor's path threw themselves to avoid it.

"Let's see who's going to prevail, the blade or the wall!" the Great Warrior of the Sakha Tribe shouted at the North Wind Captain with enthusiasm.

Her eyes weren't filled with an ordinary competitive spirit, but with a mad bloodlust. Her momentum was so ferocious that even the so-called masters of martial arts couldn't take it head-on.

"HA!"

Onoodor's saber drew a semicircle above her head.

The moment it split the air in two and was about to collide into the ice wall, Onoodor received a bone-shattering impact from the side.

"Ugh!!!"

Crunch!

Her back snapped, her spine broke, and she could feel her organs being crushed.

From where?

Even though Onoodor looked like a wild boar, she was still a Great Warrior, so it wasn't like she was incapable of thinking. She had checked her surroundings before charging in.

The attacker wasn't Davaa, the Vice Captain of the North Wind Squadron. Davaa was fighting her subordinates in the distance. In the first place, an enemy capable of inflicting so much damage to her couldn't have eluded her eyes.

Get up! Onoodor's time flowed slowly as if it had stopped. Perhaps it was because of the crisis, but her senses were heightened momentarily. If she were to fall like this, the attack or Xue Yong in front of her would definitely not let her go.

They would definitely deliver the final blow and cut her down.

With that in mind, she tried desperately to keep her balance, but..

I'm frozen..,? The moment she tried to draw strength from the source of her qi, she froze. This wasn't a metaphor. She literally froze. It was a stream of Ice Desolation Qi that she believed to be otherworldly.

At the moment of impact, that Ice Desolation Qi penetrated and froze her eight divine meridians.

This is—ah!

Onoodor was from the North Sea, so she had a natural resistance to Ice Desolation Qi. Considering that she was a Great Warrior, her resistance ought to have been beyond words, but she was not invincible at all.

There were only two circumstances in which her resistance would fail. Either her qi reserves had run out, or she had sustained an attack strong enough to exceed her endurance.

When it came to the latter, there were only two things in the North Sea capable of doing that to her.

The Ten Thousand Year Ice Essence, which is the great nature itself... Onoodor coughed up blood. However, it didn't flow out of her mouth. The blood that soaked her lips froze, and the sharp, awl-like ice pierced her esophagus and body.

"Leng Yue—"

Booom!!

The Great Warrior of the Sakha Tribe couldn't continue her words. She was struck by a gust of wind from the side and was blasted away. She bounced across the snowfield and collapsed to the ground with her neck shattered.

Her Giant Saber was flung away as well.

"North Sea Ice Palace Master!!" Nar roared upon witnessing the scene from behind the Sakha Tribe.

"Palace Master, thank you..." Xue Yong trailed off, looking both grateful and apologetic.

"That's enough." Leng Yuefei raised her hand to stop her next words. "As for destroying the Ten Thousand Year Ice Essence, there is no need to conserve strength as we have the Sword God. And look at the East Mountain, they're doing better than expected."

The North Sea Ice Palace Master hadn't stepped forward. She was commanding from the rear in case of an emergency. While it was true that Empyrean Overlords had overwhelming power, as their leader, she couldn't advance recklessly.

Even if the average strength of their group was high, there was a thousand-man difference in numbers, so it wouldn't hurt to be careful.

"Go." Leng Yuefei waved her hand elegantly.

Crack!!

"Aaaagh!"

The warriors of the Sahka Tribe retreated in fear. Those who couldn't dodge were unfortunate. They froze and turned into white statues. Their faces distorted by shock, disbelief, and fear were quite impressive.

"Ice White God Palm!"

It was the Second Great Divine Art of the North Sea Ice Palace, and a divine art granted only to the Palace Master of the Ice Palace. It was at the apex of extremity techniques, and it was so powerful that it could be called a natural disaster.

However, that assessment was flawed. The disaster of the North Sea was not the Ice White God Art itself, but its user, the Empyrean Overlord North Sea Ice Palace Master.

"Freeze."

Crack!

When she raised her hand, a disaster unfolded before her. Dozens of Sahka warriors were frozen in the blink of an eye.

Their blood boiling with determination, their qi reserves containing the source of their qi, their dantian, their eight divine meridians, and even their Ice Desolation Art couldn't withstand the attack.

The enemy survivors stood frozen. They were unable to close their mouths at the spectacle that had unfolded before their eyes.

The fog made of ice and snow that distorted the air emanated a mysterious and otherworldly beauty. The ice sculptures within the fog looked like humans who had been punished by the gods. It was like everyone had just witnessed the miserable fates of arrogant humans before the divine.

Manifestation of One's Path, Freezing.

The Ice Desolation Qi that had reached its limit was her source of power, and it was everything around her. The ability to freeze anything frost white without having to touch it was her power. Her power could change the laws of nature with her human will.

The Palace Master of the Ice Palace as well as the pinnacle of the North Sea commanded, "Push forward."

"We obey the order!" Xue Yong shouted.

The North Sea Ice Palace roared behind her.

***

Retreat! Retreat!

From the Ice Valley in the East Mountain Basin, the shouts and screams from the West Mountain could be heard vividly as if they were coming from nearby.

"Do they not need any help?" Zhou Xuchuan muttered, glancing at West Mountain.

"Retreat! Retreaaaaaaaat!"

The same words were repeated again and again. This time, the shouts were coming from the side.

"Retreat!"

Shaman was frightened, and they decided to retreat upon seeing that the warriors of the Xuexue Tribe were being overwhelmed. The two thousand-strong warriors had long since fallen to below a thousand, and their morale had also fallen to the abyss of the Ice Valley.

The face beneath the wooden mask was revealed when the mask shattered. The leader and sorcerer of the Xuexue Tribe, Shaman, turned out to be a young-faced girl, and she was cursing nonstop as she retreated.

In the end, like the Sahka Tribe, the Xuexue Tribe was also driven to the edge of the cliff by the North Sea Ice Palace. They couldn't exert much of their strength at all.

"This is it, Xuexue Sorcerer." Zhou Xuchuan said, passing Dong Xuelian and standing ahead of everyone.

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