Snow pellets struck the body of the Jiuxiao Huanpei, making a crisp, faint sound. Ye Fan stood at the top of the hill, the small golden sun within his Inner World pulsing with the rhythm of his heartbeat—that was proof of his communication with the Heavenly Dao through his Unity of Heaven and Man talent.
He could clearly perceive that beneath the ice sheet three hundred paces to his rear left, seventeen Nether cultivators' auras were writhing against the ground; Lin Zhaoyue's Primal Beginning Sword Qi in the right front had already sparked with the Nether cultivators in the rear mountain, her unique plum blossom fragrance wrapped within her sword qi; Su Qingxue's silver threads were weaving into a spiderweb across the ice in the middle route at a speed invisible to the naked eye, each silver thread steeped in her improved Bone-Corroding Powder; Chǔ Hóngzhuāng crouched behind the stone pile on the left side, the sweetish, cloying scent of the Hundred-Poison Powder in the celadon bottle pinched between her fingertips drifting with the wind toward the north; the bloodline carved by Qín Wǎnshuāng's Soft Sword on the left flank's ice surface had already frozen into dark red icicles, which was how she used the Great Chu secret Blood-Drawing Art to lock down the enemy's breakthrough route.
"They're coming." Ye Fan's Adam's apple bobbed as the Jiuxiao Huanpei in his palm suddenly grew hot. He gazed at the billowing black mist to the north, able to see the tip of the nine-eyed Nethe…
Chapter 417