Chapter 0167: Assault on the Blizzard Imperial Palace

Amidst everyone’s anticipation and Lin Er’s fury, the 100,000-strong army of dark ghosts led by the Yellow Dragon continued to advance toward the Blizzard Emperor’s palace. Without rest, this army was like a never-ending wheel of conquest.
By the second day, more cities had fallen—over twenty in total. By the third, fourth, and tenth days, they were gradually approaching the Blizzard Empire’s palace. The palace was now in sight.
Over the past ten days, whenever the Yellow Dragon captured a city, it would immediately move on to the next, without plundering the citizens of the Blizzard Empire’s cities. At first, the citizens were panicked, but after learning what was happening, they became “quiet.” Whenever the Yellow Dragon took a city, its citizens did not flee in chaos; some even secretly watched from afar as this invincible army led by the Yellow Dragon advanced, discussing it among themselves.
In the grand hall of the Orc Empire’s palace, the legendary high priest Nako stood before the Orc Empire’s emperor, Harvey, and sighed, “The Blizzard Empire is doomed this time!”
Like everyone else, Nako believed the Blizzard Empire would soon decline and might even disappear from history.
Harvey, who was an head taller than Nako, his eyes gleaming, said, “If the Blizzard Empire falls, the Dark Forest Empire and the Grassland Empire will surely try to seize its territory. We, the Orc Empire, must also prepare thoroughly.”
After the Yellow Dragon’s attacks on the Blizzard Empire, its strength had waned. Such a lucrative target would not be missed by the Dark Forest Empire, the Grassland Empire, or the Orc Empire—they were all ready to pounce and devour it.
“The Blizzard Empire has stood unshaken for over six thousand years. Who would have thought it would fall to Lin Er? If Lin Youwu knew, he would be furious!” Nako shook his head in sorrow.
Lin Youwu was a genius who founded the Youwu Empire over six thousand years ago and only changed its name to the Blizzard Empire over a thousand years ago.
“It’s all because Lin Er failed to open his eyes,” Harvey said, then paused. “We offended those we shouldn’t have offended!”
Nako nodded, then remembered the incident involving the Elan family and the Yellow Dragon a few months ago. He was relieved that he had resolved all past grudges with the Yellow Dragon during the competition in the Dark Forest Empire. Otherwise, things might have turned out worse.
At this thought, Nako shuddered inwardly.

The Orc Empire is plotting against the Blizzard Empire, as are the Dark Forest Empire and the Great Plains Empire. As for the Dragon Language Empire, after its palace was destroyed by the World Alliance a few months ago, it has now become more subdued and quiet. However, with the dragons backing it, it has not been conquered.

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On the fifteenth day, Yellow Dragon arrived at a city gate on a sky-blue python ox.

Wind and Snow City—the place where Yellow Dragon had hung the corpses of the twelve angels of Rui Xi above its gates. Half a year later, he returned here once again.

His last visit to the Blizzard Empire was to celebrate his grandfather Zhao Yang’s ninetieth birthday, but this time, he came to attack the Blizzard Empire.

Things in the world are ever-changing.

“Young master, after passing Wind and Snow City, it will take less than a day to reach the Blizzard Empire’s palace. Shall we continue onward or take a break first?” Bog came up behind Yellow Dragon and asked respectfully.

“Let’s take a break for one night and move forward tomorrow,” Yellow Dragon said after some thought.

There’s no rush anyway. Let that woman, Daina, live another day. Moreover, after half a month of fighting, the army of shadow ghosts indeed needs rest. Tomorrow, we’ll launch a full-scale attack on the Blizzard Empire’s capital and push them into their palace.

Upon receiving Yellow Dragon’s order to rest, the entire army settled in the open fields dozens of miles away from Wind and Snow City. Yellow Dragon unfolded the Sky-Piercing Umbrella as a tent, and the hundred-thousand-strong army of shadow ghosts rested under this massive tent.

Using such a magical artifact as a tent—if some cultivators from the Pangu World saw this, they would be speechless.

At night, the air was cold as water, and the stars shone brightly.

Yellow Dragon stood under the night sky, gazing at the twinkling stars. These were stars from dimensional spaces, yet they could be seen by the people of this realm. According to Long Yi, these were also called extraterrestrial stars.

On some of these extraterrestrial stars, various races lived, just like in the Hengyuan Realm. And the dimensional spaces where these stars existed also had levels, similar to realms—lower-level spaces were inhabited by ordinary beings below the divine realm, while higher-level spaces were home to divine-level powerhouses, just like divine realms.

“After dealing with matters in the Hengyuan Realm, I think I should visit these extraterrestrial stars,” Yellow Dragon thought to himself.

Could the extraterrestrial stars in this world be the same as those in the Pangu World?

“Young master,” Bog said, approaching from behind Yellow Dragon and bowing.

“What is it?” Yellow Dragon didn’t turn around.

“There’s something unusual happening at the Blizzard Empire’s palace. It seems Lin Er isn’t making any moves!” Bog frowned, worried.

Recently, as they approached the imperial capital of the Blizzard Empire, Lin Er lost his previous fury and restlessness and became quiet, which seemed highly strange.
Huang Long also noticed a hint of confusion in his eyes—Lin Er had been unusually quiet lately, and he was aware of this.
In fact, these past few days, the defense forces of various cities had only offered a mere symbolic resistance before retreating.
Huang Long understood what Lin Er was trying to do—he wanted to concentrate all forces at the imperial capital. But even if the remaining over two million troops of the Blizzard Empire were gathered together, would it make any difference? Lin Er surely knew this would be utterly futile. Did he have some other backing?
“Be careful tomorrow!” Huang Long said after some thought.
He had a vague feeling that Lin Er wouldn’t just give up so easily, and the Blizzard Empire, having endured for over six thousand years, surely had more than just these tactics.
Bog was momentarily stunned before understanding. “Yes, young master.”
Gradually, the starry sky cleared.
The next day, dawn broke.
Huang Long’s hundred-thousand army of shadowy ghosts broke the silence of the day as it advanced.
When they reached Wind-Snow City, there were no troops defending it. Huang Long knew Lin Er had withdrawn the city’s forces to the imperial capital, so he wasn’t surprised. Continuing onward, they reached the imperial capital of the Blizzard Empire in just half a day.
Indeed, atop the imperial city, there were countless soldiers—groups and ranks upon ranks, forming formations in front of the city gates, numbering no less than a million. Inside the city, the defenses were even stronger.
On the city walls stood a hundred magic crystal cannons.
Magic crystal cannons came in low, medium, and high grades. Powered by magic crystal energy, they fired with great force. High-grade magic crystal cannons could even pose a threat to saints from sacred realms. However, even in ordinary imperial battles, they were rarely used, as each shot consumed enormous amounts of energy—so much so that even a powerful empire might struggle to afford them.
Lin Er stood on the city walls, clad in a black dragon battle robe and wielding a heavy sword. Around him stood over twenty saints from the Blizzard Empire.
All the saintly powers the Blizzard Empire could mobilize were here.
“Huang Long, you are utterly traitorous! I am your uncle—this is outright rebellion!” Standing on the city walls, Lin Er immediately accused Huang Long of the grave crime of rebellion.
Huang Long leaped off the sky-blue python ox and soared into the air, standing high above to gaze down at Lin Er.
“Rebellion? Lin Er, you allowed Daina to exterminate the Zhao family. Your grandfather, Zhao Yang, is your father-in-law—yet you even tried to kill him. That’s true treason!” Huang Long roared fiercely, his voice thunderous, shaking the air.

Even the twenty-some people from the Holy Land around Lin Er were forced to retreat at Huang Long’s command.
“Kill!” With that shout, Huang Long waved his hand.
Zhao Family’s son, Zhao Shou’s eldest nephew, as well as his mother-in-law, none of them escaped and met their deaths. Thinking of the Zhao Family and recalling the pleas from his grandfather Zhao Yang and Zhao Shou before he left, Huang Long’s killing intent grew even stronger.
On the ground, under Huang Long’s orders, a hundred thousand dark ghosts began to charge at the armies assembled outside the Blizzard Empire’s imperial city, wielding scythes of death.
Borg, Nat, Gusta, and the others also flew to Huang Long’s side.
“Huang Long, you!” Seeing the Blizzard Empire’s armies being slaughtered by those hundred thousand dark ghosts, Lin Er and the others’ expressions changed drastically. Although they had known about the terror of the army Huang Long led this time, it was the first time they witnessed it with their own eyes.
Originally, the hundred magic crystal cannons on the imperial city walls were meant to be used by Lin Er to deal with those hundred thousand dark ghosts. But the dark ghosts moved too fast, instantly appearing among the Blizzard Empire’s armies.
“Fire! Shoot!” Lin Er shouted in anger and panic.
“Shoot?!” The Blizzard Empire’s generals were stunned. Below were their own armies, and if they fired now, those armies would also die from the magic crystal cannons.
“Haven’t you heard my order?” Seeing the hesitation of the generals, Lin Er glared fiercely and roared.
“Yes, Great Emperor!”
The hundred magic crystal cannons fired simultaneously at both armies engaged in battle.
Lin Er had decided that if he could destroy Huang Long’s army, he would be willing to sacrifice the Blizzard Empire’s army as well, knowing that otherwise, the same fate would await them.
But to Lin Er and the others’ astonishment, after those hundred magic crystal cannons fired and struck Huang Long’s army of dark ghosts, dense streams of black magic energy emerged, forming a huge black cloud that blocked those cannons.
It actually blocked them!
Lin Er and the others were utterly shocked.
These were a hundred high-grade magic crystal cannons, yet they failed to cause even a single casualty among the enemy.
Huang Long stood high in the air, not intervening, and watched the battle below with a cold smile. Each of those hundred thousand dark ghosts wore armor engraved with over a dozen defensive spirit arrays, and together they formed a massive Abyssal Ghost Formation. This Abyssal Ghost Formation was one of the great ghost formations in Pangu’s netherworld—how could the magic crystal cannons of this world possibly break through it?

However, Huang Long did not let the Blizzard Empire keep bombarding endlessly. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed, sending a hundred streams of energy forward. Immediately afterward, the hundred magic crystal cannons that had just fired exploded on their own.
What kind of power would there be from the explosion of a hundred magic crystal cannons?
Above the imperial palace of the Blizzard Empire, loud booms could be heard one after another.