Yang Yi closed the chat channel, took two gulps of burnt liquor, and began to tremble.
The fiery sensation was overwhelmingly intense, almost intoxicating.
After steadying himself, he once again used his Third Eye to scout the northeast and then stood up.
The Ice Nest cultists were making their move.
They were slowly rising, their movents incredibly sluggish.
As they did, parts of their bodies began to fall off — fingers, ears, toes, even half an arm.
Yet, there was no blood from the severed sections. The wounds had been frozen solid, resembling broken glass.
Only the central giant was an exception.
He seed fully adapted to the extre cold, unaffected by freezing temperatures — or perhaps, he had simply embraced the frost.
Either way, he did not shed body parts and stood up quickly. Once fully upright, he reached nearly ten tres. His head had no face, no features, just a massive, rhombus-shaped block of ice.
His limbs were unnaturally long, with legs exceeding seven tres and arms stretching six, giving him the appearance of a noodle-like figure.
In his right hand, he held an egg-shaped ice crystal. Sothing was sealed within it — a head belonging to an elderly figure, with a chip embedded in its forehead.
Previously, while crouching, the giant had been cradling this ice crystal, making it impossible for Yang Yi to detect. Only then did he realise it was there.
Moreover, the head within the ice crystal was alive, its eyes were open, its mouth moving, speaking.
Yang Yi observed closely, analysing the lip movents, attempting to decipher its speech.
“Do not...approach the White Palace...must expel...high temperatures...”
As he read the lips, he beca increasingly absorbed, muttering to himself as if entranced.
“In this world, only the cold is truly fair. It brings all things to peace, to share in eternity.”
【Fascinating. Your sanity decreases by 10.】
A sudden chill ran through Yang Yi, snapping him back to reality. He realised his body was coated in frost.
It had not ford on his clothes, but directly on his skin — an unnatural phenonon.
At the sa ti, a strong, burnt odour emanated from him, so pungent that even he noticed it.
In her sleep, Suna stirred, wrinkling her nose before turning over.
And just like that, the frost on Yang Yi’s body vanished as if it had never appeared.
Then, a system ssage popped up.
【Oath prerequisite mission failed. You have rejected the Call of Extre Cold.】
Seeing the ssage, Yang Yi tensed. He had just escaped a major disaster.
He had nearly beco one of them — one of the frozen. Had he succumbed, he might have ended up like those Ice Nest cultists, curled up, shivering in the icy wasteland...
“It seems that knowing too much is actually dangerous...” Yang Yi muttered to himself.
He then silently approached Suna and touched her face.
No sign of frost.
Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
After that, he stopped listening to the giant’s words and instead focused on its actions.
Once the giant finished speaking, the cultists began to move. They shuffled closer, then crouched down again, curling into fetal positions, hugging their knees, and tucking their heads in.
Imdiately after, an enormous foot descended, crushing one of them.
The process was long and deliberate, as the giant applied pressure slowly, thodically grinding the cultist’s body into pieces.
Yang Yi watched.
He never observed continuously, only glancing for a few seconds before looking away to rest his vision for over ten seconds before glancing again.
Such thod greatly prolonged the usage ti of his Third Eye.
After crushing the flesh of over a hundred cultists, the giant waved his hand, and the frozen remains on the ground began to change.
The shards of their bodies froze further, sprouting insect limbs and wings before taking flight.
Even the severed body parts that had fallen earlier transford into Ice Nest Worms and flew towards the Nightmare Star.
Yang Yi watched them leave before retracting his gaze, ceasing his scouting.
There was no need — he now understood where the Ice Nest Worms ca from.
He also needed to rest and prepare for the coming battle.
After sending off this swarm of Ice Nest Worms, the remaining cultists crouched down again, curling into their egg-like forms, trembling intermittently...
Yang Yi took another sip of burnt liquor, found a comfortable spot, and began sorting through his intelligence.
There were many Ice Nest cultists, but they lacked the ability to transform into Ice Nest Worms on their own. They needed the giant to complete the process.
Moreover, they were extrely slow. Without the giant, their threat level was negligible.
As long as he could eliminate the giant, all the problems would be solved!
Yang Yi’s eyes narrowed into slits as he pondered his strategy...
Six hours later.
Suna woke up.
She checked her status panel.
Suna (Mortal)
Extraordinary Path: Truth
Talents: Witch’s Blood, Forbidden Scholar
Spells: Curling Touch, Summon Flesh Golem, Fireball
Abilities: None
Her condition had fully recovered, and she had slept quite comfortably.
She unzipped her sleeping bag and crawled out, the movent catching Yang Yi’s attention.
“You’re awake?” Yang Yi looked over and asked.
“Mm.” She responded.
A few minutes later—
“So, in other words, we have to take down that giant if we want to escape this glacier?”
“Yes.”
Yang Yi confird.
He told Suna about everything he had witnessed the previous night, including the strategy he had already devised — a decapitation strike.
Yang Yi would charge in to slay the giant, while Suna provided cover.
However, there were still so details that needed further discussion...
Two hours later. Yang Yi and Suna halted about a hundred tres away from the cluster of cultists.
The outermost Ice Nest cultists had begun to react, slowly rising to their feet.
And as one stood, others followed — like a chain reaction of dominoes spreading rapidly.
A massive number of Ice Nest cultists began to stand, including the Frost Giant in the very centre, less than 500 tres away from Yang Yi.
“This is as far as we go. They’ve noticed us.”
Yang Yi spoke seriously, pulling out the long-sealed Broken Iron from his stomach pouch and slamming it into the ground, creating a small crater.
He had already used the fear-wraith inside it to lower his sanity below 50, pushing himself into a frenzy.
Then, he and Suna quickly gathered wood and built a fire pit that could sustain a continuous blaze.
The process took several minutes, but there was no real urgency.
From the mont the Ice Nest cultists began rising to when they turned their heads towards them, it took one to two minutes. Moving toward Yang Yi and Suna would take even longer.
In comparison, the greater challenge was the sheer cold of this place — the temperature had dropped to minus seventy degrees and was still falling!
Even with burnt liquor to warm their bodies, their movents were severely restricted.
So, the first thing they did was start a fire — to raise the temperature in the area and disperse the white mist!
Suddenly, a wave of cold air swept in from the front, causing the surrounding temperature to plumt even further.
With it ca an ancient and authoritative voice.
“How did you find this place?”
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