Become a fairy alone

A scream rang out. Under the relentless attack of the array's power, Bing Fei was the first to reveal an opening, and a frost greatsword pierced his chest.

Bingfei gripped the sword tightly, looking helplessly at the other four members of his clan.

"Help me!" A sharp pain shot through his chest, and as the Frost Greatsword advanced inch by inch, Bingfei felt as if his body was about to be cleaved apart.

Life and death hang in the balance; his own strength was no longer enough to stop them, though he could barely buy them a few moments. He could only place his hopes on his people.

However, his four clansmen are also struggling to take care of themselves. The five of them are at roughly the same level of cultivation. Bingfei is currently in dire straits, so how much better off can the other four be?

*Thud!* Amidst screams, no rescue arrived. Bingfei was pierced through the body by the Frost Greatsword, his entire body sliced ​​in two with a single blow.

Bing Feiqing and the other three cried out in grief, but they had no time to grieve for long. Bing Feizheng's demise was only the beginning. Their united front had crumbled, and the four of them left couldn't hold out for much longer.

Sure enough, after Bing Feizheng fell, in the midst of the chaotic battlefield, the heads of the other two were also severed by a single sword strike.

Bing Feiqing's means of survival are relatively stronger. At critical moments, he can summon thousands of ice sculpture puppets. These ice sculptures flap their wings and fly outwards at an astonishing speed.

Meanwhile, Bing Feiqing himself transformed into a wisp of demonic light. By the time the Extreme Cloud Demon Lord had dealt with his fourth opponent, this wisp of demonic light had vanished, and it was unknown which ice sculpture puppet it had entered.

These ice sculpture puppets were incredibly fast, and as they fled in all directions, they released ice sculpture phantoms to confuse their opponents.

The Demon Lord of Extreme Clouds could only calm down and systematically eliminate these ice sculptures.

He was quite impressed with Bing Feiqing's life-saving methods. If it weren't for the large formation that bound him to this relatively small area, even if Dongfang Yi had taken action himself, Bing Feiqing would have had a good chance of escaping.

In contrast, Bing Tianfang's situation was much more difficult at this time.

Dongfang Yi had completely locked onto his aura and, with the help of the endless frost power condensed by the great formation, had cultivated the Ice Emperor Sword Heart. This faint sword intent permeated the entire Frost Cloud Valley formation, both inside and out.

Bing Tianfang had a feeling that even if he managed to escape the formation, he probably wouldn't be able to shake off Dongfang Yi's attacks.

The barrier formed by the illusory ice dragon collapsed faster than he had anticipated. Even his Ice Dragon Mirror was pushed to its limit by this great formation and Dongfang Yi's sword intent, and began to slowly melt.

Bing Tianfang's face was ashen. His opponent's power was connected to the entire formation, and he had even cultivated the Ice Emperor Sword Heart, making him completely superior to him within the formation. Bing Tianfang's resistance so far was largely due to a stubborn obsession in his heart.

"Heavenly Yuan Infusion, Endless Ice Edge!" Bing Tianfang roared in desperation.

Blood trickled from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and the corners of his mouth. Bing Tianfang's originally pale face now had an eerie, blood-red hue. An incomparably domineering aura emanated from him.

The rising blood-ice-colored beam of light pointed straight to the sky, seemingly about to break through the constraints of the great formation in an instant.

A hint of surprise flashed in Dongfang Yi's eyes, but she wasn't too surprised. Her opponent's cultivation was even a notch higher than hers. Moreover, the Ice Shadow Clan had a long history, so it wasn't incomprehensible that they had such a method of unleashing overwhelming combat power in the heat of battle at the cost of consuming their own vital energy.

The opponent's sudden burst of power was somewhat beyond expectations, but Dongfang Yi did not panic.

"Freeze the world!" Faced with Bing Tianfang's desperate counterattack, Dongfang Yi's sword style changed, transforming from a fierce offensive into a gentle sword intent. Streams of frost-like aura enveloped Bing Tianfang like soft clouds.

Bing Tianfang unleashed a long spear, its thrusts as swift as a dragon, as if to pierce the shackles of heaven and earth.

The ferocity of his attack far surpassed that of their previous battles. The blood-ice-colored pillar of light on his body forcefully withstood the pressure of the formation, and he focused all his efforts on sensing the fluctuations of the laws outside the formation.

As Dongfang Yi swung his sword, frost swirled, forming countless six-pointed ice crystals that shot out and disappeared into the barrier created by the formation. At the same time, thousands upon thousands of giant frost swords relentlessly slashed at the incomparably powerful ice spear.

As the fight progressed, Dongfang Yi frowned; Bing Tianfang's cultivation was ultimately higher than hers.

Even though she used all her strength to keep the opponent inside the formation, she couldn't stop all of Bing Tianfang's intentions.

She had already figured out Bing Tianfang's plan. The other party seemed to be launching a relentless offensive, displaying an unstoppable momentum and a determination to achieve their goal.

In fact, while fighting desperately, he used the fluctuations of the battle between the two sides to continuously attack the surroundings. Although the other side tried to conceal it, Dongfang Yi had a clear understanding of the situation within the entire formation and had already seen that Bing Tianfang intended to break through the encirclement for those ice sculpture puppets.

It is estimated that Bing Tianfang is not sure if he can escape the formation, so he wants to help Bing Feiqing and try to send this clansman out of the formation.

Dongfang Yi could manage to stop Bing Feiqing with some effort, but that would greatly increase the uncertainty on Bing Tianfang's side.

In this situation, Dongfangyi would naturally not hesitate; keeping the large and letting go of the small is the most cost-effective approach.

Of course, it wasn't a genuine release of Bing Feiqing; the opponent would still have to get past the Extreme Cloud Demon Lord if they wanted to escape.

The Demon Lord of Extreme Clouds was still desperately attacking the ice sculpture puppets, while the sword strikes unleashed by Dongfang Yi became increasingly ethereal. Each sword light seemed to freeze the earth, like a series of enormous seals pressing down, constantly dissolving Bing Tianfang's spear attack.

Bing Tianfang's peak burst of combat power was indeed extremely strong, but it couldn't be sustained indefinitely. After a fierce battle, Bing Tianfang's spear thrusts began to slow down, and a resolute ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he spat out more blood.

"Ice-bound silence, five peaks pay homage." With a loud shout, Bing Tianfang's spear shadow instantly transformed into five silent ice peaks.

These five majestic ice peaks occupy five directions, forcibly isolating a region of their own within this great formation.

Those faint sword intents and drifting frost and snow were all forcefully repelled by it.

"Great Emperor's Ice Sword, All Laws Return to One!" Dongfang Yi reached out and gestured towards the void. Frost and snow, along with the power of laws, converged into his palm, forming a crystal-clear, three-foot-long ice sword. On the hilt, a jewel-like ice bead shone exceptionally brightly.

At this moment, Dongfang Yi, the sword in his hand, and the entire Frost Cloud Valley were perfectly integrated.

Dongfang Yi slashed down with his sword in mid-air, causing frost and snow to flutter and clouds to surge. A vast aura followed the sword strike, heading straight for Bing Tianfang, who stood between five ice peaks.

Bing Tianfang's face was resolute as he thrust his spear repeatedly, each spear point striking the sword's edge. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged blows no less than ten thousand times.

Bing Tianfang's counterattack was undeniably fierce; unleashing a forbidden technique from his clan, his combat prowess far exceeded that of ordinary men. However, Dongfang Yi refused to yield an inch. In the intense clash, the area covered by the five ice peaks shrank under the intense pressure.

Crack! After the clash had been going on for a while, cracks began to appear on the surface of one of the ice peaks. Within a few breaths, the same thing happened on several other ice peaks.

Boom boom boom...

Finally, these ice peaks reached their limit and exploded one after another. The violent turbulence tore several openings of varying sizes in the great formation.

"Go! Take the news of Ice Emperor's Sword Heart back! Let the clan leader and the Supreme Elder avenge me!" Bing Tian shouted fiercely.

"Elder Tianfang, I will definitely avenge you!" Bing Feiqing cried out in grief. With the support he had received, Bing controlled the remaining hundreds of ice sculpture puppets, which then rushed towards the several cracks.

Even amidst such violent turmoil, the Extreme Cloud Demon Lord could not completely stop it; despite his best efforts, he could only kill most of the ice sculpture puppets.

Several dozen more escaped from the cracks in the formation. In fact, in this situation, there was little difference between one or several dozen escaping.

Enraged that one enemy had escaped, the Extreme Cloud Demon Lord unleashed a barrage of ice swords at Bing Tian.

At this moment, Bing Tianfang was completely suppressed by Dongfang Yi, and the frost and snow around him formed thick barriers.

Even the Demon Lord of Extreme Clouds could only attack his opponent because he could control a portion of the array's power. For an ordinary cultivator with a primordial spirit body, it would be unrealistic to even pass through those frost barriers.

The opportunity to kill a demon lord-level expert is extremely rare, even for those old monsters of the same level.

Dongfang Yi had spent countless years preparing this ambush site, creating an incredibly powerful array. This was only because Bing Tianfang had designs on Dongfang Yi; otherwise, they probably wouldn't have fallen into the trap so easily.

In another location, even with Dongfang Yi's cultivation level, he wouldn't be able to suppress Bing Tianfang, let alone seriously injure or even kill him.

The Demon Lord of Extreme Clouds had been at a bottleneck in his cultivation for many years, with no sign of a breakthrough. Personally participating in the slaying of such a powerful demon lord and sharing in the immense fortune within him might just become the opportunity for him to break through.

It's worth trying even if there's only the slightest possibility.

At this moment, Dongfang Yi had no time to care about the Extreme Cloud Demon Lord. As long as he could kill Bing Tianfang, whether or not he shared some of the benefits with him was not so important.

Whoosh...

This fierce battle lasted for nearly two hours, with several icy sword lights and the frost giant sword controlled by the Extreme Cloud Demon Lord piercing through Bing Tianfang's body one after another.

Suddenly, Dongfang Yi pointed his sword straight into the void, and a huge ice-colored light curtain fell from the sky like a giant bowl, trapping an extremely faint primordial spirit inside.

"Our Ice Shadow Clan will never let you go." Bing Tianfang's primordial spirit glared venomously at Dongfang Yi, showing no intention of begging for mercy. He knew that Dongfang Yi had set up such a large formation and would not hold back in the slightest; pleading would only be humiliating him.

Dongfang Yi remained calm, simply raising his hand and slashing down with his sword. The sword light completely froze Bing Tianfang's primordial spirit, and in the blink of an eye, that primordial spirit was torn into countless pieces, scattering into the swirling frost and snow. A demon lord-level expert thus perished.

"With his body and primordial spirit shattered into so many pieces, how can he possibly forge the Floating Life Boat?" The Extreme Cloud Demon Venerable stared wide-eyed.

"I have my own way." Dongfang Yi reached out and lifted his hand, and a small ice crystal ball appeared in his palm. As the ball spun, Bing Tianfang's shattered body and fragments of his primordial spirit disappeared into the ice crystal ball.

"In the end, one of them managed to escape. That guy is fast, and the ice sculpture puppets he made are even more impressive. I'm afraid it won't be long before he escapes back to the Ice Shadow Clan. We don't have much time left."

Seeing the other party's methods, the Extreme Cloud Demon Lord was quite impressed with Dongfang Yi.

This woman not only possesses great cultivation and immense fortune, having obtained the top-tier inheritance of the Ice Emperor Sword Heart, but she is also meticulous in everything she does.

However, the opponent has not yet grown to the point where he can fight against the entire Ice Shadow Clan. Now that Bing Feiqing has escaped back, the Extreme Cloud Demon Lord cannot help but worry.

"It's alright, let's leave now. No matter how powerful the Ice Shadow Clan is, they can't possibly plant spies in the Supreme Heavenly Dragon Realm. Anyway, we don't plan to come back to the Demon Realm for the time being."

Dongfang Yi put away the ice ball in his hand, and a flurry of snowflakes appeared, revealing a clear cry of an ice phoenix with a wingspan of tens of feet.

Dongfang Yi and Jiyun Demon Lord landed on the back of the Ice Phoenix at the same time. The Ice Phoenix transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the horizon. In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace, leaving only a desolate and ruined Frost Cloud Valley.

……

On the vast waters, hooves thundered. Flames poured down into the void, flooding the boundless sea, causing the underwater world to surge with flames as well, turning everything in sight a purplish-red.

Amidst the raging, crimson flames, densely packed fiery figures formed ranks, drawing their bows and nocking their arrows.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Countless flaming arrows swept towards the opposite side.

Despite the onslaught, the opposing army of over 300,000 dragon wolf cavalry remained eerily silent, a silent battle pressure slowly spreading forward.

Before the flaming arrows could cause any real damage, they exploded under the impact of the battle formation's killing aura, turning into a sky full of flames.

Meanwhile, in another distant direction, the deep, resonant sound of war drums rolled like thunder.

"Xiao Qiao and the Ye Shi Clan have already begun their attack. We can't fall too far behind. We must strive to take over the entire Fei Yan Continent within six months. Kill!" Xuan Jing's tone was grim as he pointed his heavy longsword forward.

Over 300,000 dragon-wolf riders moved along the fiery surface of the water, their speed not fast, but rather extremely slow. However, when they launched their attack, they were like an indestructible, heavy blade.

Even before the blade was fully drawn, the mere glimpse of its sharpness already gave the opposing Flame Spirit army a sense of helplessness.

Roar...

A deep, dragon-like, wolf-like roar, its sound waves sweeping outwards along with the atmosphere of war.

Before the two sides had even fully clashed, thousands upon thousands of Flame Spirits on the opposite side were already clutching their heads with their hands, letting out terrified screams. It seemed their souls were being suppressed by some kind of natural force.

Compared to the Flame Spirit army stretching from the void to the depths of the water, the 300,000 Dragon Wolf Riders were less than a fraction of the enemy's numbers. Yet, once they charged in, they firmly seized the initiative on the battlefield. As their army passed through, all obstacles were crushed to pieces by the iron hooves of the Dragon Wolf Riders. (End of Chapter)