Chapter 144 - 143: The Flower on the High Cliff
The battle over the relics has temporarily come to an end, yet the slaughter within the glacial snow domains has not ceased in the slightest.
It seems as if a hand in the shadows has inscribed the fate of the Demon Clan’s resurgence. Although the Treasure Light is temporarily obscured by the Snow Mountain Array, the soaring fate has already been severed by a sword.
However, the demons previously gathered have entrenched themselves here with their Demon Wind’s stench. More and more top predators, drawn by the scent of blood and flesh, approach the battlefields of this struggle.
And hordes of demon beasts, driven south by the Great Demon’s aura, swarm in from all directions like a tide, hunting and preying upon each other, vying for survival space.
The once desolate snow field is now crowded with demons. Mountains, glaciers, and snow ridges are strewn in all directions with monsters, as if thousands of troops from the Demon Domain’s Demon City are traversing the endless snow ridges, crushing southward.
"Sniff, sniff sniff..."
A hefty demon beast, whether dog or bear, smells the scent of blood and digs out a human from a snow pile with its nose.
The person’s face is covered with a layer of frost, making them look like a frozen popsicle, devoid of any vitality.
The demon beast licks its lips, intending to bite into the frozen meat to taste. Unexpectedly, the person flicks their fingers, and an Ice Qi Blade shoots out, severing the beast’s head.
A gush of thick, hot, pungent blood spurts from the severed neck, and the smell of warm flesh spreads everywhere, immediately drawing the attention of nearby demons.