With light footsteps, closely following Wei Banng’s side, red eyes locked onto the target.
The four of them were like four sharp blades, once again throwing themselves into the boiling torrent of the battlefield!
This ti, they were no longer bait luring monsters by going in solo.
They were valiant generals, with the backing of a great army, free to wield their power!
Chu Kuanglan charged at the forefront, his giant blade swinging like a windmill, opening and closing widely, his violent Qi blood sword aura like a storm of blood.
Wherever he passed, Low Tier Life Ghosts fell like wheat being harvested.
Even the larger Frost Bone Heavy Armor Beasts were slashed and struck with such force that their bone armor shattered, staggering them back.
He charged especially into the densest clusters of Life Ghosts, forcefully plowing a blood-red path through the gray-black tide!
Jiang Wei beca the most dazzling and intimidating presence on the battlefield.
The flas in her hands at tis transford into roaring fire dragons, sweeping across the field...
At other tis, they condensed into scorching beams, piercing precisely through the Shadow Claw Bats or Ice Ridge Hunters attempting to cast spells from afar...
And at other tis, they ford a searing firewall in front of her teammates, blocking the pounce or corrosive mucus from the Life Ghosts.
The pure and fierce fla power, with the might to incinerate everything, instinctively instilled fear and avoidance among the nearby Life Ghosts...
With the solid formation of the Garrison Army as support, these four "sharp blades" with power surpassing their peers beca a harvesting machine on the battlefield.
Like an unstoppable whirlwind, they charged from the edge of the battlefield all the way to the core area, invincible!
The Garrison Army warriors around saw these formidable individuals.
Their morale soared, roaring as they followed their steps to push forward!
The slaughterfield beca a stage for them to showcase their might!
anwhile, deep in the Skull Ice Valley.
The enormous body of the Black Stone Giant Puppet, covered by the Eternal Night Territory, stood like a massive black eggshell, quietly in the wind and snow.
Inside the territory, absolute silence.
Fang Qingyu’s figure hovered in mid-air, with dark gold divine thunder slowly retracting into his body, flowing back like liquid gold into a furnace.
The last flickering arc on the blade of the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash in his hand quietly extinguished.
Below, that mountain-like Black Stone Giant Puppet had completely lost its life.
The giant head made of hard black rock was split in half from the brow to the neck by a terrifyingly smooth, mirror-like cut.
The edges of the cut presented a glaze-like state, cooled instantly after high-temperature lting, emitting a faint charred sll.
The massive body maintained its last struggling posture.
Stuck in the darkness composed by the Eternal Night Territory, it was like a bizarre black sculpture.
The battle ended much quicker than expected.
Though Fang Qingyu mainly relied on the Martial Artist System’s power to drive the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash, with only a slight infusion of Shenxiao, it was sothing even a Tier Two Peak Life Ghost could not withstand.
With one stroke, it was slain.
"Whew..."
Fang Qingyu gently exhaled a breath of white air tinged with a faint arc, his mind stirring slightly.
Buzz!
The thick darkness covering hundreds of ters rapidly receded like a tide, finally vanishing completely into the shadow under Fang Qingyu’s feet.
The biting wind and snow and external noises instantly returned.
Fang Qingyu imdiately locked his gaze towards the direction of the Ice Valley’s entrance.
Despite the thick glaciers and the swirling snow blocking the view, the earth-shaking sounds of battle cries could still be heard clearly, like rolling thunder.
More importantly, the chaotic roars belonging to the Destiny Ghost Army were visibly diminishing and dissipating at an eye-discernible speed.
Replaced by the increasingly rising and organized bugles and shouts of the Garrison Army!
"Done."
Fang Qingyu understood in his heart.
Even though it was beyond the effective distance of radio communication, and he hadn’t received a precise report from Wei Banng about successfully drawing and regrouping with the main forces, the ebb and flow of battlefield sounds was the best proof.
This encirclent battle was already set.
The Garrison Army’s main force was reaping victory as if crashing through bamboo.
Thus, Fang Qingyu did not linger, his figure swayed, transforming into a residual shadow almost indiscernible to the naked eye, speeding toward the direction of the Ice Valley entrance, which was also the direction of that massive battlefield.
Since his teammates and the main force were fiercely battling outside the valley.
He could flank the Destiny Ghost Army from the rear, accelerating the conclusion of this battle with a pincer attack.
However.
Just as Fang Qingyu’s figure dashed past the enormous corpse of the Black Stone Giant Puppet, less than ten ters away.
At the mont his pace was about to accelerate again...
"Uh... um..."
An extrely faint whimpering sound, almost completely obscured by the sound of wind and snow, erged abruptly from behind him, like an illusion.
Fang Qingyu’s footsteps instantly nailed to the ground.
Senses heightened to the extre, the howling noise of the wind and snow was instantaneously filtered and stripped away in his ears.
Not an illusion.
The sound was extrely short, carrying forcibly suppressed pain and despair, as if squeezed from deep within a throat, and... it was human!
A woman’s voice!
Fang Qingyu sharply turned, his molten gold vertical pupil instantly locked onto the source of the sound.
Below the steep ice wall tight against the enormous corpse of the Black Stone Giant Puppet.
In the shadow cast by the puppet’s corpse and hidden under the piled snow and ice, there was indeed a very hidden crack in the ice wall.
The entrance to the crack was narrow, barely allowing one person to squeeze through sideways.
The edges were covered by thick snow and ice ridges, and if not for Fang Qingyu’s keen hearing and close proximity, coupled with that faint whimper guiding him, it would have been impossible to discover in such a violent snowstorm environnt.
That whimpering was faintly coming from deep within this dark crack.
Fang Qingyu’s eyes instantly turned cold.
Deep in the Ice Valley, in the core area where the Destiny Ghost Army was stationed.
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