Chapter 706: Eternal Night’s Frost

Eternal Night Snow Mountain, Central Region.

The heavy, gray snow made it impossible to lift one's head, and visibility was less than 100 meters.

Fine ice crystals mingled in the wind, striking the armor with a clanging sound, like countless tiny nails piercing a person's body.

A transport team of two thousand people is struggling to move forward in the wind and snow.

The procession stretched for two hundred meters, with the red-hoofed ox walking at the very front with its head down. Its body, nearly two meters tall at the shoulders, was covered with a thin layer of ice, and the white breath it exhaled from its nostrils was instantly blown away by the wind.

Each red-hoofed ox pulled a cart loaded with red snow ore, the ore covered with a thick snowproof cloth, the edges of which rustled in the wind.

On both sides of the convoy were densely packed disciples of the Demonic Sect, dressed in dark red leather armor, with their necks hunched and hands tucked into their sleeves.

At the very front of the group, a Blood Demon Sect master walked through the wind and snow, his face serious, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings.

Behind him followed dozens of innate masters, all with equally solemn expressions, their hands firmly on their weapons, never letting go for a moment.

Later on, the disciples were less tense.

"It's fucking cold..." A short, chubby disciple hunched his shoulders and pulled up the collar of his leather armor.

"I hope this trip goes smoothly and we don't run into any ghosts. Last time, my fellow villager Old Zhao went out with a transport team, and the whole team was intercepted. None of them came back. They were never seen, neither alive nor dead."

"Say less," the tall, thin man next to him said in a low voice. "I heard that the Nightmare Army has been intercepting transport convoys more and more frequently lately. Our line has been intercepted seven times last month."

He held up seven fingers and shook them: "Seven trips! Whether we can make it through this trip depends entirely on fate."

"Fate?" The short, stout disciple pulled out a piece of Crimson Snow Ore from his robes and clutched it in his hand.

The surface of the mine glowed with a faint red light, dispelling the surrounding chill.

"This godforsaken place is no place for humans. How did I end up here? Compared to other domains, this place is hell."

"Shut up!" The tall, thin man's expression changed, and he covered the man's mouth, lowering his voice even further.

"Are you out of your mind? If the senior brothers of the Innate Realm heard you say that, they would execute you on the spot. If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."

The short, stout disciple shrank back in fright: "No, no, no, I was wrong, okay...?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the piece of red snow ore in his hand suddenly flashed.

The red light dimmed for a moment, then brightened for a moment, flickering uncertainly.

The disciples around him simultaneously looked down at the ore in their hands, their expressions changing drastically.

"Oh no! My mine is failing! It's going to go out of business!"

"The effect is almost gone! Take the Crimson Snow Pill quickly!"

"Mine is flashing too! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Where's my medicine? Which pocket did I put my medicine in...?"

Everyone frantically reached for the medicine bottles, pulled out the stoppers, and tilted their heads back to drink.

As the pill entered his throat, a light red membrane rose from his body and enveloped his entire body.

Just as the short, stout disciple breathed a sigh of relief, he glanced to the side and saw that the tall, thin man had only pulled the stopper halfway out of the porcelain bottle in his hand when the red light of the Crimson Snow Ore in his palm had completely gone out.

The next instant, the tall, thin man shuddered, his face turning deathly pale.

【Eternal Night's Frost is in effect: Lose 10 health points per second.】

"Damn!" He flicked his fingers, forcefully pulled open the remaining half of the stopper, tilted his head back and poured the Crimson Snow Pill into his mouth, swallowing it without even chewing.

The moment the medicine took effect, a faint warmth rose from my abdomen, pushing away the chill.

【Chixue Dan - In effect: 5 days of immunity remaining.】

"That scared me to death!" He patted his chest, his face still pale. "This frostbite is a real injury. Even though I have 1200 HP, I won't last more than two minutes."

The group had barely stabilized after the people around them finished swallowing their pills.

The grandmaster at the front suddenly looked up sharply and roared, "The Nightmare Army is here! Prepare for battle!"

Before he finished speaking, the snow on both sides of the group suddenly exploded.

Pieces of snow were pushed aside from below, and pale, bony hands emerged from the frozen ground, clawing their way up.

Several thousand undead warriors emerged simultaneously from both sides of the transport convoy, their eyes glowing with eerie green flames, and their bone knives and rusty swords gleaming darkly in the wind and snow.

"Form ranks! Form ranks! Don't scatter!" the innate masters shouted at the top of their lungs.

But it was too late.

The undead warriors had already charged into the groups of disciples on both sides of the convoy.

Just as a disciple drew his sword, an undead warrior pounced on him, slashing down with his bone blade.

He raised his sword to parry, sparks flew, and the impact made his hand go numb.

Before he could recover, another undead kicked him in the chest from the side, sending him flying backward and crashing into the snow.

He struggled to get up, but three or four undead had already surrounded him, chopping down with bone knives one after another.

He didn't even have time to let out a few screams before he was buried in the snow by a flurry of blows.

A disciple wielding a sword cleaved through an undead warrior in front of him, the skeleton shattering and bone fragments flying everywhere.

Before he could sheathe his sword, two more attacked from his flank.

He parried the first bone blade with his sword, but the second bone claw had already grabbed his shoulder armor.

He grunted, then stabbed the skeleton in the eye socket with a backhand stroke, extinguishing its soul fire.

But the third and fourth ones had already pounced on them.

He gritted his teeth and resisted, his blade flashing as he felled two more.

I had just caught my breath when it suddenly went dark overhead.

A thousand undead will descend from the sky, their heavy swords wielded with full force as they cleave down—【Death Slash】.

The heavy sword slammed into the disciple's blade with a whooshing sound, breaking the blade in two. The sword's momentum remained undiminished, cleaving through his breastplate and creating a huge gash from his shoulder to his hip.

The disciple didn't even have time to scream before his health bar instantly dropped to zero, and he collapsed in a pool of blood.

"court death!"

A loud shout exploded from the side.

A master of the Blood Demon Sect, a master of the Innate Realm, charged out with the Blood Shadow Step, leaving a trail of bloody afterimages behind him. With a flick of his spear, the tip of the spear aimed straight at the throat of the Undead Thousand General.

Before the thousand men could sheathe their swords, they parried with their swords held horizontally.

The spear tip struck the sword blade with a clang, sparks flying.

Using the force of the impact, the master twisted his body and delivered a 【Bone-Shattering Whip Kick】.

His leg lashed out like an iron whip, carrying a hidden force as it struck the waist of a thousand generals.

In that instant, the bone armor around the waist of the thousand men cracked open with a "crack," and their bodies were pulled sideways several steps, their feet carving two deep furrows in the snow.

The thousand-man general steadied himself, and the soul fire in his eye sockets flickered violently.

It has no mouth, but a low hissing sound comes from its throat.

The greatsword was plunged into the ground, and a grayish-white aura of death spread from the blade—【Death Command】.

Within a radius of fifty meters, dozens of undead warriors turned their heads at the same time, their soul fires in their eye sockets all pointing at the innate master.