Within White Tiger Gully, the dead silence overwhelmed the wind and snow.
The Fuxi Eight Trigrams Array isolated the direct erosion of the Evil God's power, yet couldn't block the piercing cold.
Thick fog clung like maggots on bones, still wrapping outside the gully, with visibility no more than several steps.
Though the army didn't collapse, the post-battle tally was chillingly cold:
Nearly twenty percent of the grand army was lost, corpses lied strewn, the wounded mourned everywhere. More fatal was the loss of various Mystical Sect masters accompanying the army—elders from Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Qi Refiners from Zhongnan Mountain, Shamans from Five Immortals Hall… almost wiped out in that blood battle where Hundred Demons attacked the gate.
The remaining young disciples, each injured, guarded the array base or tended to the wounded with ashen faces.
