Chapter 531 532: The Second Elder's Frost Dream Realm

A vast, frost-white domain radiated outward, engulfing the entire Demon Army. The charging forces came to a sudden halt, as if time and space had been frozen.

A cold, white frost began to fall from the sky, blanketing the Demonic Qi-blackened earth in a fresh layer of white.

The frost settled upon the agitated Demon Steeds and the roaring soldiers of the Demon Army, their furious auras instantly chilled to a freezing point…

The nature of the Frost Dream Realm changes depending on its caster. However, it is always a reflection of the most beautiful moment held within their heart—a realm projected from the soul.

It was an image of tender first love: under a sky full of falling frost, a beautiful couple trod through the snow. A cold wind blew, and they paused. In that moment was an eternity; in that love, a lifetime.

Daylilies bloomed in a flash. The blare of the Demon Army's horns and the beat of its war drums vanished into the wind. Dreamlike and illusory, it was a world unto itself. The Frost Dream Realm!

A clear, cold lament echoed, "A dream of this life... but what year is it now?"

The soldiers of the Demon Army, their once-fierce and hideous faces now frozen in place, wore blissful smiles, as if lost in a sweet dream.

The Frost Dream Realm was not only an incredibly powerful control-type Divine Technique, but also a potent killing art. As the daylilies bloomed amidst the Demon Army, they slaughtered the demons by the score. Members of the Demon Race at the Golden Core Stage, and even those equivalent to the Nascent Soul Stage, died the instant they were touched. The Frost Dream Realm was terrifying to behold.

In the past, when the Yao Race had attacked the Northern Domain of the Human Race, aside from the initial beast tide, any battle involving Yun Miqiu was a victory won without a fight. The Frost Dream Realm Divine Technique was simply that powerful.

At the sound of the lament, the members of the Fox Demon Race on the city walls transformed into their true forms. Row after row of gigantic Fox Demons leaped high, vaulting from the walls to charge down below, where they tore into the Demon Race with sharp claws and teeth.

They could only slaughter their enemies at maximum speed in their true forms. They knew the Second Elder's Frost Dream Realm could not be maintained for long. The only way to save the Northern Domain of the Yao Race was to kill as many demons trapped in the Illusion Realm as quickly as possible.

This close-quarters slaughter was the most efficient method. The bodies of the Demon Race were so strong that ordinary spells could only injure them, rarely delivering a killing blow. Furthermore, casting other Divine Techniques or large-scale arts at this time would only interfere with the Second Elder's Frost Dream Realm.

Thus, the Fox Demon Race, long accustomed to it, opted for close-quarters combat. In just a few breaths, the Demon Army lost over ten thousand soldiers. These casualties included not only those at the Golden Core Stage but also some equivalent to the Nascent Soul Stage. Even two of the thirty-six Celestial Kings who had led the charge perished in the brief carnage.

However, "the thirty-six Celestial Kings" of the Demon Race was merely a title. With the exception of the very strongest among them, if one was killed, another demon would simply rise to take their place.

Meanwhile, the controlled Chen Dong was trembling from head to toe, though his eyes remained dull and lifeless. 'So many demons being cut down... that's all Six Paths of Radiance!'

'The pain... My heart aches! It's like having a mountain of gold right in front of me, but I can't even take a single grain.'

'If I could control my own body, I'd have charged down there to reap the rewards alongside the Fox Demon Race. Danger? What danger could be more important than collecting the Six Paths of Radiance?'

Yun Mengshang sensed something was amiss with Chen Dong and assumed her charming Divine Technique was wearing off. A seductive light flashed in her eyes, and she reinforced the spell on him.

Chen Dong's trembling subsided somewhat, and he was overcome with disappointment.

Yun Mengshang was keeping him close, which meant he was fated to miss out on this great reaping.

However, amidst the black tide of the Demon Army, the Demon Marshal, Chi Xiao, stirred and then awoke from the Illusion Realm after only a brief moment.

No one from the Fox Demon Race had touched him—none had even dared to get close. Yun Miqiu had deliberately kept her deadly daylilies far away from him, precisely so she wouldn't startle him into action.

He was one of the strongest of the Demon Race in the entire Floating Shadow Realm. Not even Yun Misha, a Divinity Transformation Stage expert, could guarantee she could seriously injure him in the process of breaking his illusion.

If Yun Misha hadn't been tied down, she might have been able to try, but as it was, she was completely unable to break away.

Demon Marshal Chi Xiao stared at the vast number of his dead soldiers without a shred of concern. The death of some of his troops was already part of his plan. Besides, as long as they successfully invaded the Northern Domain of the Yao Race, what did these losses matter? With an abundance of living creatures to convert, creating more of the Demon Race was a simple task.

"Yun Miqiu, you haven't improved at all over the years. Your Illusion Realm is still just a mid-grade Profound Level Divine Technique. Did you really think my Demon Race would launch a full-scale invasion without being prepared for this?!"

His arrogant, domineering voice echoed across the now-silent battlefield.

Demon Marshal Chi Xiao stretched his right arm toward the sky and inhaled sharply. The demonic artifact arm floating in the air shot into his grasp. He then raised his left arm, which burst into flames and burned away into nothingness.

With his right hand, he took the artifact and forcefully pressed it onto the stump of his incinerated left arm.

BANG~!

As if infused with new life, the flames on the artifact arm suddenly roared into a furious blaze.

"Demonic Flamefall!"

Demon Marshal Chi Xiao swung his new artifact arm, and the Demonic Qi from the fallen soldiers within the frost-white world began to gather madly at its fingertips.

To power the artifact and unleash a Divine Technique, the residual Demonic Qi of the dead was essential, much like a sacrifice. After absorbing an immense amount of Demonic Qi, the artifact's fingertips became as dark as a void star.

With a single stroke, a torrent of violet-black fire bled from the artifact's fingertips, staining the entire realm. The flames began to burn with abandon, and in less than half a breath, the unholy fire had consumed both earth and sky.

It was a mid-grade Profound Level Divine Technique pitted against another: the Frost Dream Realm. Though the soldiers of the Demon Army had not yet awoken from their stupor, the violet-black flames now clung to them, shielding them from the lethal touch of the illusory daylilies.