Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

A cold silence fell.

Beneath the towering snowy peaks, everything came to a halt.

The fierce movements atop horses and on foot, the surging flows of internal energy, the relaxed waves of qi rippling through the winter wind, the shockwaves pulsing from spears and blades, the snorts of warhorses scattering pale breath—

One by one, they stopped.

Only one thing grew clearer: the faint sound of wind brushing over the snow, carrying specks of dry, white powder.

Fffffft—

The quieter the people grew, the deeper winter settled in.

Time itself seemed frozen.

So it was across all three fronts of the battlefield.

On one side stood the Chi Geuk Army, arrayed like a fortress wall, facing off against elite warriors from the southern orthodox sects.

On the far opposite end, the blazing cavalry charge of the Yeom Jeong Army raged on, joined by members of the Divine Sword Corps.

And in between, dead center, was the massive crater created by Jeong Yeon-shin.