Chapter 677: Mystic Ice City

To the east of the Eternal Night Plane, the snow-capped mountains stretch out like a white barrier.

This medium-sized pure land covers an area of ​​approximately 90 million square kilometers and is one of the most important defensive lines on the outer perimeter of the Eternal Night Plane.

The Pure Land is perpetually covered in snow and ice, and Xuanbing City is one of the core areas of the Pure Land, making it the first target of the Blood Demon Sect.

Xuanbing City is composed of four snow-capped mountains, located in the southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest, about a hundred miles apart, forming an irregular rhombus shape.

Between the four mountain peaks, a hundred-meter-high ice wall connects them, enclosing the entire area into a closed city.

To the southeast, Longchao Peak is 5,000 meters above sea level, with steep slopes and vertical ice walls on all sides.

At the edge of the Dragon's Nest Palace atop the peak, three people were watching the weakening Eternal Night Storm outside the city.

Victor slammed his short-handled warhammer against the ice wall, sending ice shards flying everywhere.

His tall, muscular frame was encased in golden leather armor, his short, silver-gray hair was disheveled by the wind, and his face was ashen: "Damn it, how did we end up in Xuanbing City?"

He spat towards the outside of the city: "In the entire Eastern Region, apart from Xuanbing City, all other strongholds have fallen."

The Blood Demon Sect wiped out the Eastern Region in less than a year. Do these bastards really intend to devour the Eternal Night Plane whole? With such a huge appetite, aren't they afraid of overeating?

Gu Qingchen stood beside him, her expression equally solemn, but her tone remained relatively calm.

"The Blood Demon Sect's appetite is indeed quite large this time. If it weren't for their desire to preserve the Pure Land intact and achieve their goal of completely occupying the Eternal Night Plane, our Xuanbing City wouldn't have been able to hold out until now."

Bai Wei stood behind the two of them, quietly gazing at the gradually thinning snow curtain outside the city, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Indeed, there is a binding at the level of laws between the core of the five Pure Lands."

The attackers must breach all five core defensive arrays within a month to trigger capture privileges.

"As long as one core survives for a month, the right to occupy it will not be granted. At that time, the entire Pure Land can only be destroyed, not occupied. And once the Pure Land is destroyed, it can never be restored."

"Therefore, as long as the other core components can hold up, we are safe here."

"Safety?" Victor sneered, gripping his warhammer tightly. "They won't let us off easy either. Those bastards from the Blood Demon Sect can keep attacking and wearing us down as long as they don't breach the city gates or break the Xuanbing Formation."

Once the garrison of the five sacred lands is nearly exhausted, a simultaneous general offensive can be launched.

Looking at the gradually weakening Eternal Night Storm outside the city, Gu Qingchen suddenly spoke up: "Alright, the storm is about to end, and the Blood Demon Sect's army is coming again."

Before the words were even finished, bugle calls rang out from all directions.

The dull and long horn of the ice field sounded one after another, from Dragon's Nest Peak to Cold Abyss Peak, and then from Cold Abyss Peak to Eternal Night Peak and Ten Thousand Beasts Peak.

The troops guarding the four peaks moved simultaneously.

On the south side of the city wall, a large number of soldiers surged onto the ice wall.

"Damn it, they're blowing the horn again." A polar bear-man strode heavily onto the city wall, his two-and-a-half-meter-tall body making his thick plate armor creak.

Carrying a giant warhammer, it turned around and cursed, "I just changed shifts and ran into the Demonic Sect's attack. What bad luck!"

His companion grunted and leaned his shield against the wall: "Stop talking nonsense, go stand in your spot."

"Last time you let a disciple of the Demonic Sect slip in, and the captain broke three of his ribs with a single blow. Forgot?"

"How can you blame me? That son of a bitch ran too fast..."

"Shut up, form ranks!"

Three rows of bear-men quickly took their positions on the city wall, shields on the outside, warhammers in hand, their movements slow yet perfectly synchronized, like a machine.

The frostwolves darted out from behind them, moving much more nimbly than the bearmen, weaving back and forth behind the crenellations of the city wall.

"Hey, big guy, move aside, this is my first time coming up here."

A frost werewolf leaped onto the rampart by stepping on the bearman's shoulder, its short, greyish-white fur standing on end in the icy wind.

The bear-man who was stepped on groaned, but didn't turn around: "Just don't wet your pants in fear later."

"Pah, I've never been afraid since I was born." The frost wolf licked his fangs, peeked out of the city, and then withdrew.

He pressed his ear back, "...Damn, what's that in the sky? It's a dark mass, like a meeting of crows."

“Third-stage Blood Demon Sect members.” A polar elf emerged from the shadows, her long, pale golden hair tied back, a short bow in her hand, her voice cold and clear. “On our side alone, there are no fewer than seven thousand.”

The frost werewolf swallowed hard, tucking its tail between its legs: "Seven thousand... Elf girl, can your ice arrows break through their defenses?"

The polar elf drew back the bowstring, and ice crystals condensed on the string to form an arrow, the tip of which gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light.

Her earlobes trembled slightly, but her voice remained calm: "It can't be broken."

The Frostwolf was silent for two seconds.

Then he turned to the bear-man beside him: "Old Bear."

"Um?"

"I just said, 'I've never been afraid since I was born.'"

"Um."

"Is it too late for me to take it back now?"

The bear-man glanced at him, then slammed his warhammer against the ice wall: "Too late, just pee, it'll be invisible once it's frozen."

Frostwolf: "..."

Interspersed among these ordinary soldiers are elite units of more than twenty levels, serving as grassroots commanders.

A goblin deserter attempted to slip down the side of the city wall but was spotted by an elite Arctic bearman officer.

The officer, who was nearly three meters tall, strode over, grabbed the goblin by the neck, and lifted him up.

"Run?" The officer's voice was like ice shards scraping against a stone. "Where do you think you're going?"

"My lord, spare me! I... I still have cubs at home..."

The warhammer fell.

Without another word, the goblin's body was slammed against the ice wall like a rag doll, red and white matter splattering out and instantly freezing into dark red ice flowers.

The officer kicked the body off the city wall, looked around, and roared, "Those who retreat, die!"

The city wall was deathly silent.

All the soldiers stood up straight.

The polar elf silently nocked an arrow, the frost wolf gripped his battle axe, and the polar bear-man pushed his shield forward half an inch.

On the city wall, a level 39 Frost Giant began to scale the walls.

The enormous body, standing six meters tall, walked up the ice steps inside the city wall step by step, causing the city wall to tremble with each step.

Their skin is extremely hard, like a layer of natural ice armor, and they hold giant ice hammers with hammerheads larger than a person.

A frost giant walked behind the battlements, looked down at the city below, and slammed his ice hammer against the ice wall with a dull thud.

Meanwhile, thousands of figures stood suspended in mid-air.

Those are the third-tier combat forces of each race: the Goblin Guard of the Goblins, the Vampire Counts of the Vampires, the Golden Mane Warriors of the Lionmen, the Shadow Dancers of the Catwomen, the Moon Howling Priests of the Werewolves, and the Third-Tier Awakeners of the Humans.

There are also more than a thousand LV39 Frost Armored Wyverns, their bodies covered in silver-blue scales, with a wingspan of over thirty meters.

There were over six thousand figures gathered above the south side of the city wall alone.

Below them, more than three thousand flightless Tier 3 combatants were surging toward the city wall.

Gu Qingchen glanced back at the sky-covering formation in the air and remained silent for a moment.

Victor slung his warhammer over his shoulder and gave a smirk: "Here we are."

Bai Wei placed her hand on the short sword at her waist and remained silent.

Her gaze swept over the black tide gradually emerging from the eternal night storm below the city, her icy blue eyes reflecting countless approaching figures.

The bugle sounded again, more urgent and louder than before.

The Blood Demon Sect's siege army has arrived.