Han Yu stood silently upon the snow covered mountain while an icy map floated between him and Madam Cold Fang.
The marked locations glowed one after another across the northern frontier.
Frozen plains.
Abandoned villages.
Forest clearings.
Hidden caves.
All the places where corpses had appeared.
Han Yu counted them.
There were far more than he had expected.
The smiling corpses found recently were only the final visible traces. The ritual itself had likely been progressing for years in secret.
His eyes narrowed.
"Madam Cold Fang…"
He looked at her.
"What exactly did you mean earlier?"
"You said you wanted to use me."
Madam Cold Fang's gaze shifted toward him.
"The Freezing Abyss Glacial Art."
Han Yu immediately remembered the battle underground.
The Frost Bat man's attacks.
The suppression.
The black frost overwhelming the other party.
He also remembered the expression on the man's face.
Shock.
Disbelief.
