Chii—chii—chii!
Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, but before they could touch the soldiers, they were blocked by the Blood Qi Furnace radiating from their bodies. The moment the snowflakes hit this invisible shield, they evaporated violently—just like drops of water falling into a vat of boiling oil. A thick cloud of white mist instantly formed around them, resembling steam, as the snow was forcefully vaporized by the roaring qi and blood.
However, this drain on their vitality wasn't insignificant. Fortunately, under the amplification of the Ten Thousand Beast Blood Spirit Drum, their qi and blood roared like a tidal wave, endlessly surging and rising. Fused into their fighting spirit, it burned ever fiercer and wilder.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
"Fierce beasts rampant, foreign tribes strong, but a man wields his blade and spear. My blade severs heads, my spear slays gods. Whether gods or demons, I kill them all—then I call myself man."
"An eternal legacy dyed in bones beneath the sky. For the Human Race—I would slay a million spirits!"
"To live, be a hero among men. To die, a hero among ghosts. With my indestructible soul—I fight to bring peace to the world!"
"Today, I abandon millennia of virtue and renown. I laugh as I drink the blood of all races. I walk upon a mausoleum of bones. Weakness has no place beside me. Let a million foes hate me to their graves—but never let one mock me as an enemy!"
Their battle hymns soared into the sky. Even the beats of the Blood Spirit Drum harmonized perfectly with the songs, each note pounding in unison with the will to kill—rousing, passionate, and frenzied. Blood energy surged skyward like volcanic flames. Upon the walls of the Iron-Blood Great Wall, the heat from the blood energy turned the fortress into a blazing furnace. The snow never touched the stones—it evaporated before falling.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Countless dense crossbow bolts rained down upon the battlefield. Each bolt shimmered with divine light, infused with the soldiers' burning battle intent—powerful enough to pierce through anything. The Icecrystal Warforms were torn apart by the barrage, their bodies riddled with holes and exploding into fragments. When struck in their vital cores, they instantly disintegrated, offering no defense against the next volley.
Disintegration meant death.
But the Icecrystal Army was in a frenzied state. They didn't hesitate for even a moment. When one warrior fell, another trampled their body to press forward. Their sole objective: scale the wall, break the Iron-Blood Great Wall. No matter the cost—it was worth it.
"Impressive... they can use their qi and blood to form flame-like defenses against the cold snow. Remarkable. If these humans grow any stronger, they'll be unstoppable. We must break through this Iron-Blood Wall."
The Frosthawk General's expression was icy. Watching the human soldiers unleash torrents of blood energy to resist the frost only fueled his bloodlust. There could be no margin for error.
"CHARGE!"
"Climb the walls! Let the humans see the might of the Icecrystal Race! Among the myriad races, we are supreme!"
"We do not fear death! Death only makes us stronger. Kill one of us, and a thousand more will rise!"
Waves of Icecrystal warriors surged like a tidal flood. They were fearless before the arrow storm. Advancing rapidly, their gigantic Warforms, as tall as the Iron-Blood Wall itself, required no ladders—just a leap to reach the ramparts. In the blink of an eye, they were upon the wall.
At this distance, even divine ballistae and archery lost their deterrent force.
The massive Icecrystal warriors struck with fists like hammers. Their sheer power was terrifying. Though the shieldbearers stood ready with raised shields, many were knocked back violently. Some were sent flying off the walls, shield and body both. Such was the might of the Icecrystal Warforms.
But the soldiers of Great Yi weren't made of soft clay.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
As soon as the Warforms approached, longspears flashed forward like lightning. Each thrust carried lethal force, piercing their bodies and striking their hearts. In mere seconds, the massive warforms were riddled like hedgehogs. Crushed by overwhelming internal energy, they shattered—collapsing into shards and Icecrystal Eggs, which were instantly devoured by the Iron-Blood Great Wall.
The wall trembled as it advanced, one step at a time—expanding the territory of Great Yi.
Some soldiers were struck down, run through by giant ice spears, their bodies torn apart. The sight was brutal and bloody.
Worse still, the Icecrystal Race's sheer numbers made it a terrifying war of attrition. They surged ceaselessly, wave after wave.
"Rune Bombs! Ready them! Bombard them to hell!!"
Commanders barked orders. Dozens of Rune Bombs were hurled down like a hailstorm.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!!
A cacophony of explosions echoed. Each detonation unleashed annihilation energy, shredding the Warforms into icy fragments. Some tried to activate protective fields—but even then, they could only endure. They couldn't move or counterattack. Some burned their only life-saving defense just to survive.
The slaughter was fierce.
From the start, the battle had entered a white-hot phase. Each moment saw swathes of soldiers—both human and Icecrystal—falling. Blood soaked the walls, painting a hellish tableau.
But every soldier of Great Yi was an elite—tempered in blood and fire. Now, empowered by the Ten Thousand Beast Blood Spirit Drum, they had become war incarnate.
None blinked. None hesitated. Their blades never stopped.
At this very moment, deep in the Greenmount Immortal Sect, a magical projection displayed the scene on the Iron-Blood Great Wall.
Even the seasoned cultivators like Qing Yunzi were left speechless. They had never witnessed such a cataclysmic clash. Their own defenses against the Icecrystal Royal Court hadn't reached such blood-soaked intensity. The visual impact of this war was incomparable.
This was war at its most primal—iron and blood clashing in a meat grinder.
"Your Majesty Yi Huang... do you truly not wish to return and command the battle personally? The Icecrystal Race has clearly gone berserk, throwing in everything they have. If this continues, the losses will be severe. Moreover, those thread-like corpse worms earlier—those were undoubtedly the work of the Corpse Demon Hall. I believe they used the Inborn Demonic Treasure – Insect Demon Jar, which breeds endless corpse bugs."
Qing Yunzi's voice was heavy.
This battle would determine the fate of the entire Snow Continent. It was the ultimate confrontation.
"There's no need. I've entrusted the Iron-Blood Wall entirely to Mister Kongming. And now Advisor Wenhe has returned to the front lines. The two of them can handle anything. No matter what happens, they can adapt. A true sovereign grants his people the stage to show their worth. This battlefield is theirs."
Yi Tianxing calmly sipped his Truffle Spirit Tea, unmoved.
A ruler must sometimes possess a heart of iron and blood.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
No other thoughts existed in the minds of the soldiers—only one: Kill.
No Icecrystal warrior ever breached the wall.
At a terrible price of blood and flesh, the Great Yi soldiers held the line, devouring Icecrystal Eggs and continuously pushing the Iron-Blood Wall forward—expanding the front line.
"If we can hold out until the Iron-Blood War Souls wipe out those corpse insects—then we win!"
"Hold fast! They're almost done exterminating the corpse insects. Once we activate the Iron-Blood Guard, victory is ours!"
The rune bombs kept falling like rain, sparing no expense.
This was a tug-of-war from the beginning—one that had already raged for an entire hour. The distant sky was beginning to lighten.
"The Thread Corpse Worms are nearly eradicated. If you still can't take this wall—I'm leaving."
The mysterious Corpse Demon expert spoke coldly.
"Relax. If the Iron-Blood Wall isn't broken today, it never will be. I, the Icecrystal King, will strike personally!"
From the void, a colossal fortress descended—a floating Icecrystal Battle Castle, which could double as the Icecrystal Royal Capital. At its peak stood the Icecrystal King himself.
The Icecrystal King himself enters the battlefield, signaling the true climax of the battle.