In the frigid lands, after my exile, I began to slay demons and monsters.

Chapter 165 The Vanished 1

Ning Xiaoxi rode her phantom deer across the glacial North Sea, treading over the snow-covered landscape, and stood once again before the horde of Corrupted Thorn Demons, gazing at the thick, impenetrable corrosive mist.

This filthy, thorny land is like a dividing line between humans and demons; on one side are human corpses strewn across the land, while on the other side is the demons' battle for survival.

Who is right and who is wrong?

I suddenly thought of a saying: "The Great Dao is fifty, and the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine." So, is that one the opportunity for the weak?

I dismounted from the phantom deer's back, patted its neck, and let it go.

He carried out a bucket of tung oil and took out a tinderbox. He threw the bucket out, and it landed on a thicket of thorns. He threw out the tinderbox, and a wildfire broke out.

Braving the wind and facing the fire, Ning Xiaoxi stepped into the thicket of thorns.

A surge of blue light, revealing the sharp edge of black, blocked the flames and thorns.

Sharp, howling screams rose and fell, extinguishing the flames that were trying to spread, leaving only a path burned through.

A long passage, treading on thorns and covered in flames, leads once again into the black ice plains.

As if sensing something, the blue light receded.

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In the desolate, icy wilderness, the biting wind howled like knives as an army of half-demons, half-monsters, gathered like a black tide beside the horde of rotten thorn demons. They exuded an eerie aura, which, combined with the frigid landscape, created a chilling and sinister atmosphere.

At the front of the procession was a special column, about a hundred people, all of whom were human in appearance, burly, with thick hair covering their faces, and dressed in tattered clothes that, by all accounts, had nothing to do with keeping warm. A few people in the middle were discussing something in hushed tones, while the others remained silent.

Leading the procession was a tall, half-demon, his body half a jagged skeleton, the other half writhing, rotting flesh. Black demonic flames coiled around the rotting flesh, and twisted runes covered the bones, emanating a nauseating stench. His eyes burned with black flames, each glance seeming capable of scorching the soul. Despite the demonic flames and runes, he possessed not a trace of demonic power or energy.

Behind it stood a dense swarm of half-demon, half-spirit soldiers. Some had bat-like wings, with a wingspan as long as two people, their edges sharp as blades, gleaming with a cold light. Their claws were sharp and curved, capable of easily tearing through steel. Others resembled giant spiders, their lower bodies being hairy black bellies covered in sharp bristles, while their upper bodies were twisted humanoid forms, wielding long spears forged from ice crystals, the tips dripping with green venom.

Most of them were humanoid soldiers, but very few had intact skin. Most had some mutated features, whether on their face, arms, legs, upper body, or lower body. In short, they could only be said to have some human genes.

These soldiers, half-demon and half-monster, wore tattered armor that exuded a dark aura. The armor was covered in malevolent runes, shimmering eerily in the dim light of the icy plains. The weapons hanging at their waists, crafted from the hard ironwood of the icy plains, bore mottled marks on their dark brown wood, each seemingly stained with blood.

A stifling, deathly silence hung over the ranks, broken only by the occasional low growl and the clanging of weapons. The sharp thorns of the Corrupted Thorns dripped with a corrosive slime, echoing the dark aura emanating from the half-demon, half-elf.

Not far away, the leading half-demon directed his soldiers to throw one obviously old and weak half-demon after another onto the tangled thorns of the Corrupting Thorn Demon. A thick, corrosive mist began to churn and surge, gradually opening up a hazy passage.

The soldiers looked at the passage and threw the weapons even more enthusiastically. There were no old or weak left; they even used their swords to kill other soldiers behind them before throwing them over, opening the passage even faster.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

The bloody scene of the passage being opened provokes the soldiers behind them to roar loudly. Some even tore their own mouths open with excessive force, and the blood flowing freely only fueled their frenzied screams.

The live stream's perspective shifts upwards, raising the angle and projecting it further away.

More half-demon soldiers continued to gather, roaring angrily, pushing and shoving, and even cutting and devouring each other.

Although the densely packed half-demon soldiers were fighting and killing each other, they were still divided into ten orderly squads. When the squads in front were full, the soldiers gathered behind would automatically form a new squad. Although they were scattered, they were orderly in their chaos.

Ning Xiaoxi took a deep breath; the icy coldness beneath her feet had seeped through the soles of her shoes.

【Xiaoxi, war is here, war is here!】Tuanzi’s sharp cry echoed in her heart and mind.

Ning Xiaoxi withdrew her gaze, her expression solemn.

Tianji's figure landed beside Ning Xiaoxi. "Half-goods have gathered nearly 20,000 people. You will inform Fu Fang, and I will go to Youdu."

The appearance of Tianji calmed Ning Xiaoxi down a bit. She was happy to have someone she could rely on at this time.

"Sir, you should also be careful."

Tianji raised his hand and tapped her forehead. "Girl, remember to protect your family. Don't get involved in so many other things. You're just a young girl, so act within your capabilities."

He rubbed his forehead where he had been tapped. "Then why did you tell people I'm good at defensive fortifications?"

“You heartless girl, if you hadn’t said that, how would you have gathered so much information?” Tianji glanced back at the thick fog surrounding the Corrupted Thorn Demon. “Don’t worry, the border troops have their own methods for dealing with these half-baked creatures. You just need to deliver the message to the garrison commander.” He glanced at Ning Xiaoxi’s furrowed brows. “Don’t be nervous. Those half-baked creatures don’t have demonic power; they’re just intimidating in appearance. They’re still killed by martial arts. However, this kind of battlefield is a bit bloody and not suitable for a little girl like you. Go deliver the message and then obediently go home and wait.”

Ning Xiaoxi didn't respond to that question. Instead, she took out a spatial talisman filled with spirit crystals from her bosom and slapped it into Tianji's arms. "Be careful not to lose your life. If you die, I won't know any Qingli!"

Tianji carefully put away the spatial talisman and sensed the surroundings. Recalling the little girl's earlier display of bravado, he smiled slightly. "It's about two hundred li from here to Fufang County. At Banhuo's pace, it will take a day and a half. Remember, the Celestial Master Pavilion does not participate in wars!" After saying that, his figure flickered a few times and disappeared.

Ning Xiaoxi could sense the pure spiritual energy fluctuations in the air just now, without a trace of demonic energy. She raised her left wrist and glanced at it; when the pink bead at the center of the ice snowflake glowed, it was also emitting demonic energy. Was this how they all did it?

He pursed his lips, activated his Spirit Crystal Heart, and shifted his power! He stepped over the previously burned, rotten Thorn Demon Land, where corroded land was now exposed amidst an ice field, no longer bubbling away.

One step, two steps, three steps and they landed on the Fufang city wall.

The guards on the city wall, seeing the figure suddenly appear, warily drew their long swords and surrounded Ning Xiaoxi.