Villain: The hostess collapsed after killing the woman to preach

In the north, the cold wind cuts across your face like a knife, and large flakes of snow are carried by the strong wind and fly wildly.

Led by their leader Leng Shuangzi, the Snow Clan rushed southwards towards the territory of the Immortal Clan like a white torrent.

Leng Shuangzi stood tall and straight, his white snow robe fluttering in the wind. The exquisite ice and snow patterns on the robe seemed to flow with life, blending perfectly with the ice and snow.

His face was stern, and his eyes were like the thousand-year-old black ice in this extremely cold land. There was no trace of warmth in them, and they exuded a chilling majesty.

In front of the Immortal Clan's defense line, the goddess Mu Qingxue had already led the Immortal Clan's allied forces to be on full alert.

Mu Qingxue was like a fairy in the snow, her light blue dress fluttering in the biting cold wind, highlighting her graceful figure and extraordinary temperament.

Her exquisite and beautiful face was filled with determination and resoluteness at this moment, and her bright eyes were fixed on the aggressive Snow Clan army.

When the Snow Clan army stopped not far from the Immortal Clan's defense line, Leng Shuangzi slowly walked out riding a huge snow monster.

Seeing this, Mu Qingxue also took a few steps forward. The magic bow in her hand glowed slightly blue, revealing its mysterious power.

Leng Shuangzi spoke first, his voice as cold as the howling north wind.

"Mu Qingxue, our two tribes have been at peace for ten thousand years. Today, I have no intention of becoming an enemy of your Immortal Tribe. If you move aside, I will pretend that the blocking of my way today never happened."

Mu Qingxue opened her beautiful eyes wide and sneered.

"Leng Shuangzi, don't be so arrogant! Your Snow Clan should be the guardian of the northern snowfield, but now you are willing to be the running dogs of the Wu Clan, helping the tyrants to commit atrocities and provoking this world-destroying war. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

Leng Shuangzi frowned slightly, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Humph, divine punishment? In this world, the strong are respected. The benefits that the witch tribe promised us are beyond your imagination. If you know what's good for you, don't put up a meaningless resistance."

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingxue's eyes became even colder and she angrily shouted:

"You, the Snow Clan, are actually trying to destroy all the lives of the world for your own selfish desires. I will not let you succeed today!"

Before Mu Qingxue finished speaking, Leng Shuangzi swung the ice spear in his hand.

"In that case, don't blame me for being rude!"

"All troops, listen up! Charge!"

In an instant, the huge snow monsters of the Snow Clan rushed forward like surging waves. They roared, and the white ice mist exhaled from their mouths instantly filled the entire battlefield.

Mu Qingxue's eyes flashed, she raised the magic bow and muttered something.

The ancient runes on the divine bow began to shine, and a blue spiritual arrow quickly condensed on the bowstring.

She pulled the bowstring to its full length, then suddenly released it, and the arrow shot towards the snow monster like a blue lightning.

The arrow cut through the air, and wherever it passed, the air was instantly frozen, leaving behind a trail of azure light!

The arrow hit a snow monster in the front. The monster let out a painful roar and its body instantly turned into snowflakes.

Leng Shuangzi drove the monsters to speed up, and he also used his magical powers. Sharp ice cones rose from the snow and shot towards the defense line of the Immortal Clan.

Mu Qingxue and the allied forces of the Immortal Clan were not afraid. The warriors gripped their weapons tightly, the monks cast spells in the back, and the spiritual shield was deployed in the front to resist the attacks of the Snow Clan.

At the same time, other archers also drew their bows and shot arrows. Arrows rained down from the sky, pouring towards the Snow Clan army.

The monsters of the Snow Clan continued to advance under the rain of arrows and spell attacks, using their huge bodies to crash into the spiritual shield.

The shield rippled under the impact, but still resisted tenaciously.

The Snow Clan warriors jumped out from behind the monsters and engaged in close combat with the Immortal Clan warriors.

The two sides engaged in close combat, with shouts of killing and the sounds of weapons clashing intertwined. Blood dyed the white snow red, and the battle became tense. Every moment, lives were lost on this cold battlefield.

At the same time, one hundred thousand years ago.

On the vast and rolling eastern hills, a figure was seen speeding. He was Ning Jie.

The continuous sword flying before had almost exhausted his spiritual power, and now he could only cross the hills on foot.

The eastern hills were undulating and overgrown with weeds, and occasionally some small monsters would appear, but Ning Jie skillfully avoided them all. He was unwilling to waste his time on meaningless things.

Just as Ning Jie was on his way, a cry for help broke the tranquility of the area.

He looked in the direction where the sound came from and saw a group of robbers chasing a beautiful mother and daughter.

The mother was a young woman with lingering charm, a graceful figure and curvaceous curves. Her hot body looked particularly attractive even when she was running.

Her face was delicate, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, her eyes were like a pool of autumn water, with a charming luster, and under her high nose bridge, her cherry-like mouth was slightly open, looking a little pale with fear.

When she was running away, her long hair fluttered behind her head like black silk, with a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, adding a bit of charm. She was wearing a gorgeous purple dress, the hem of which danced in the wind, showing the charm of a mature woman.

And the daughter beside her is also a real beauty, with a graceful figure, as if she is a fairy walking out of a painting.

The girl has a pure and sweet face, her skin is as white as snow and has a faint blush, just like the peach blossoms blooming in spring.

Her eyes were bright and clear, like twinkling stars, revealing innocence and fear. Her lips were as delicate as rose petals under her small nose. She wore a pink dress with a ribbon tied around her waist, which made her figure more slender. Her hair fell like a waterfall, flying up as she ran, exuding the vitality of youth.

The robbers had hideous faces, with greed and evil flashing in their eyes. They held various weapons and kept shouting obscenities.

"Hey, run, run quickly, this is more fun!"

The mother and daughter were dressed gorgeously, but at this moment they looked in a miserable state. Seeing that there was no way out, the mother hugged her daughter tightly, her eyes full of fear.

Ning Jie's eyes turned cold and he rushed towards the robbers without hesitation.

Although his spiritual power had not recovered much, he was full of righteousness and fearless.

When he appeared in the robbers' sight, they were stunned at first, and then when they saw that he was alone, they immediately showed a contemptuous smile.

"Boy, you want to meddle in other people's business? Don't even think about leaving alive today!"

A bandit leader waved the big knife in his hand and said viciously.

Ning Jie ignored their threats. He just stood there quietly with majesty in his eyes.

Instead of using weapons, he displayed a magical power - "unrivaled momentum".

In an instant, an invisible powerful aura burst out from Ning Jie, sweeping towards the bandits like a surging wave.

This momentum seemed to have a tremendous force, which made the robbers breathless.

The robbers' originally arrogant expressions disappeared in an instant, replaced by fear and panic.

They felt as if they were facing an insurmountable mountain, and a fear from the depths of their souls made their legs weak. Under the pressure of this momentum, the robbers knelt down and begged for mercy, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a clang.

"Hero, spare your life!"