There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

In a direct confrontation, with their coordinated efforts, even a dozen or so second-rate martial arts masters would find it difficult to break through the soldiers' defensive formation.

Jiang Mo's current strength is also insufficient to confront them head-on.

But now, under the blood tide formed by the Blood Transformation Spirit Butterflies, this elite force was completely submerged in an instant.

Only heart-wrenching screams echoed endlessly in the cave.

That armor, exuding a frosty aura, was indeed incredibly defensive, but even heavy armor covering the entire body couldn't completely isolate one from the outside world.

Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterflies would always slip into the armor through the gaps.

The armor that was difficult to remove became a nightmare for these soldiers. No matter how much they twitched and rolled on the ground, they could not force the Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterfly out.

The struggling noises gradually subsided.

Beneath the armor, the once robust body turned pale and withered. As the last trace of blood faded, crimson-colored Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterflies swarmed out from inside the armor.

This is not a battle.

It was simply a one-sided massacre.

Ignoring the way the Blood-Clad Marquis's subordinates struggled after falling to the ground, Jiang Mo strode to the ice crystal cage.

The Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterfly was determined to pursue them relentlessly.

But as they approached the prison forged from cold jade and ice marrow, an increasingly unbearable chill swept over them, causing frost marks to gradually spread across the blood-red butterfly wings, making them stiff, heavy, and unable to flutter.

They fell to the ground and shattered into fine ice crystal dust.

Bai Yifei, as the most powerful of the Four Fiends of the Night, is indeed quite skilled.

The massive Blood Spirit Butterflies in the cave outside.

The ice crystal prison inside, crafted from cold jade and ice marrow, is a rather troublesome place. Even though some people know clues about Yan Lingji and attempt to come in to rescue her, it is still a difficult situation.

They will most likely fail here as well.

Although Jiang Mo's current puppet-like body presents many inconveniences in daily life, it has brought him undeniable power.

It's not just about physical strength.

It also has amazing resistance to various negative states that are difficult for ordinary people to endure.

Burning, cold, pain, poisoning, curses...

These negative effects, which would make even top-tier martial arts masters retreat, would have a significantly reduced effect on Jiang Mo in his current state.

It has no effect whatsoever.

Even so, as he approached the icy cage, visible frost spread up Jiang Mo's body, even covering his hair and eyebrows with faint frost marks, making his bloodless face appear even colder.

Without the slightest thought of retreating, Jiang Mo's mind was filled with the image of Yan Lingji curled up in her blankets during the winter, unwilling to come out.

She, who so hates the cold, is now imprisoned in this icy cage.

How painful would that be?

Jiang Mo, his lips pressed tightly together, walked silently to the edge of the ice crystal prison and gently placed his hand on the surface of the translucent, cold jade marrow.

act recklessly.

Although this kid is skilled in sorcery, he actually dared to touch that icy jade marrow with his bare hands. He is really courting death. His arm will be frozen and die on the spot.

In a short while, it will be completely turned into an ice sculpture.

Amidst the surging tide of butterflies, a guard still clung to life, his pained face revealing a hint of schadenfreude as he noticed the frost spreading across the newcomer's arm.

He wanted to see the culprit before he died so that they could accompany him on his final journey.

Isn't that a great blessing?

He was a veteran who had fought alongside the Blood-Clad Marquis in the Baiyue region and had considerable experience in dealing with the Baiyue's witchcraft.

When he saw the Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterflies swooping in like a tidal wave, he did not do the futile act of waving his weapon like the others. Instead, he activated the technique taught to the soldiers by Snowclothes Fortress, using his inner strength to draw upon the surrounding frosty energy, condensing a layer of ice on his body.

Flames and frost, these two completely opposite forces, are quite effective at restraining most Gu worms.

This is how the old soldier managed to survive the rampage of the Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterfly.

But he was only barely clinging to life; his consciousness was gradually fading, and he could no longer see the things around him clearly.

They were completely swallowed up by the swarm of butterflies in the blink of an eye.

The veteran had already given up hope of surviving, but unexpectedly, the intruder was foolish enough to directly touch the Frost Jade Marrow.

This rekindled a longing in his heart.

The old soldier, barely clinging to life, stared wide-eyed, his bloodshot eyes straining to clear his blurred vision and glimpse the faint hope of survival.

All that could be seen was profound despair.

With the other Blood-Clad Marquis's subordinates already turned into mummies, the cave was no longer filled with wails and screams; only the chilling flapping of the Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterfly's wings could be heard.

But now, another voice has emerged.

Click~ Click click~

A childhood memory suddenly and uncontrollably surfaced in the veteran's mind: an experience from his childhood when he was playing on the frozen lake, and the sight of the faces of those around him filled with terror and panic when he looked up...

Cracks, crisscrossing like a spiderweb, continued to spread and expand beneath his feet.

ice.

Cracked.

Chapter 103 Alluring Shadows in the Water

cold.

An indescribable, bone-chilling cold.

When Jiang Mo placed his hand on the ice crystal prison in front of him, an irresistible chill rushed up his arm, numbing his entire arm with each breath.

Even moving a finger is difficult.

This feeling is like licking an iron railing in the dead of winter in Northeast China; once you touch the target, tragedy is already inevitable.

Even if you want to back out, there's no way to reverse the action.

However, Jiang Mo had no regrets. He was determined to break this cage and did not want to waste any more time. He had to break it right now.

It seemed she sensed his determination.

A fiery warmth began to surge through Jiang Mo's body, like a flame burning quietly in the cold night, embracing him with warmth.

That is, Flame Spirit's support.

The system's description of this reward was rather vague, stating that it would enhance all talents related to fire, but it was not a fundamental change in one's character, but rather more like a divine favor.

With the power of blessings, she silently protects Jiang Mo.

Therefore, faced with this surging chill, the Flame Spirit was naturally moved, radiating warmth from within to help Jiang Mo resist the frost's corrosive influence. As this power was activated, the person in the cage seemed to sense something as well.

Her light blue eyes began to dart around ethereally.

She seemed to be searching for something, but due to the special craftsmanship of the ice crystal cage, she could not see anything outside the cage.

The only thing you can see is your own reflection.

As her gentle eyes turned, they gradually focused on Jiang Mo's location. Amidst the surging darkness around her, she carefully extended her smooth, white arm, her slender fingers reaching out to explore the area ahead.

Her fingertips paused just before touching Jiang Mo's palm.

The cold, hard prison prevented their fingertips from touching, but Yan Lingji, who had only touched empty air, slowly smiled.

She continued to reach forward, her palm pressed tightly against the ice crystal prison.

White frost began to condense on Yan Lingji's eyebrows.

Her eyes began to tremble uncontrollably. Naturally drawn to flames, the pain she felt from the chill was far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.

Even so, Yan Lingji still refused to let go.

It's like finally glimpsing a ray of sunlight in a life that's always dark, a ray that only exists in your memory. It's like a dream, as if it would vanish like a bubble if you looked away. Who could resist the urge to hold onto that sunlight tightly in their palm?

"Step back."

In theory, Yan Lingji shouldn't be able to hear her own voice, but Jiang Mo still spoke, and the syllables he uttered trembled slightly under the chill.

Accompanied by a sudden burst of force from the palm.

The cage trembled and the water surged. Yan Lingji seemed to wake up from a dream. The dazed look in her eyes quickly faded, and she swiftly retreated.

At some point, the surging darkness surrounding her gradually faded.

At this point, the ink had almost completely dissipated.

Only the rippling water peeked out from the clear ice crystal prison, reflected in Jiang Mo's eyes.

It was only reflected in his eyes.

As the Flame Spirit's support was activated, the intense heat and frosty cold clashed around Jiang Mo's body, melting countless frost particles and evaporating them into mist, enveloping the entire ice crystal cage.

It is isolated from the gaze of the outside world.

All of this seemed even more dreamlike and ethereal, like a fairyland.

Sensing the unusual movement within the ice crystal cage, Yan Lingji swam uneasily in the water.

She has a graceful figure and moves with lightness and agility.

Despite not making any large arm movements, she moved freely in the water, like a mermaid born from the sea in a story, her movements graceful and serene.

Like the mermaids in the story, they were almost completely naked.

Before the inky blackness that had enveloped the entire ice crystal cage dissipated, the transparent cage was no longer concealed, making Jiang Mo, who was standing nearby, feel as if he were in an aquarium, peering at the beautiful creatures swimming in the azure sea.

Amidst the shimmering waves, the flawless mutton-fat jade floated up and down.

Even the world's most skilled jade carvers could not create such a flawless and immaculate piece. Perhaps only the divine could create something so perfect.

It is a beauty that makes everything else in the world pale in comparison.

She swam lightly in the water, as if dancing freely. Her fair and graceful body shone even more brightly in the shimmering waves. Only her long, jet-black hair, which had not been cut for many years, draped over her body like a light veil, slightly concealing her boundless beauty.

But those strands of hair swaying with the water were even more useless than the girl's fingers that instinctively covered her private parts.