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The Ice Venerable Master was on the verge of a breakdown.
After a fierce assault, his white hair was in disarray, and his face showed clear signs of exhaustion.
But what really hit him hard was the blow to his pride and confidence.
He had launched a ferocious attack, employing nearly all of his cultivated power.
Yet the Demon Formation hadn’t sustained the slightest damage. To the Ice Venerable Master, it was so strange.
Above in the skies, the Ice Clan’s army and the eight Ice Kings, having witnessed the Ice Venerable Master exert his full strength to no avail, felt a crushing sense of defeat, and their morale plummeted.
In contrast, General Zack and all the soldiers within Unicorn were greatly heartened and brimming with joy.
While the Ice Venerable Master frantically bombarded the formation above Unicorn, they had harbored fears that he might actually break through.
Now, seeing that his attacks did nothing to the formation, their confidence soared.
General Zack didn’t miss a chance to mock the Ice Venerable Master. He shouted for all to hear: “Look everyone, this is the Ice Venerable Master who was once defeated by our great Golden
Emperor.
“His strength is laughably weak. He can’t even crack the formation of Unicorn.
“And to think he dreamed of invading our Golden Tower Empire! Ridiculous!”
As General Zack’s words ended, thousands of soldiers in the city erupted into roaring laughter, “Hahaha…”
“What a weakling!”
“To think such a weakling dreamed of conquering us humans–what a joke!”
Hearing the unrestrained mockery from the soldiers of Unicorn, the Ice Venerable Master clenched his teeth so hard he thought they might shatter.
Rage surged within him like a towering inferno.
Yet, even with anger pushing him to the brink, the Ice Venerable Master had to confront a bitter truth, he could not break through Unicorn’s formation.
Nor could he silence these mocking soldiers of Unicorn with death.
With a complexion dark as thunderclouds, the Ice Venerable Master snorted coldly and, commandeering the winds of the storm, he took off into the sky.
As he left, he issued a command, “All of my Ice Clan, follow me!”
The Ice Clan’s army and the eight Ice Kings immediately took to the air, following the Ice Venerable Master in retreat.
The reason the Ice Venerable Master chose to withdraw from Unicorn was straightforward: since he couldn’t shatter the Demon Formation and he couldn’t kill the jeering soldiers, why should he stay and endure their taunts?
Thus, he chose to leave.
All the soldiers in Unicorn watched as the Ice Venerable Master led the Ice Clan’s army away from the skies above their city.
They knew then that the lee Clan’s forces had failed to take Unicorn.
Watching their disgraced departure, every soldier in the city let out a triumphant cheer.
However, the fact that Unicorn had not lost a single soldier and had forced the enemy to retreat in embarrassment did not allow General Zack to forget the looming danger the Ice Clan army still posed to the Golden Tower Empire.
He ordered his soldiers to continue to guard the city walls vigilantly, without a hint of slackness.
Then, he returned to his headquarters and promptly took out a jade slip. Through it, he conveyed everything that had happened, down to the last detail, to Yacouba, who was in charge of military affairs in Fensville.
Several hundred miles from Unicorn, the Ice Venerable Master, leading the Ice Clan’s army, was still airborne, his face a picture of gloom.
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At this moment, the Purple Robe Ice King approached the Ice Venerable Master cautiously and ventured, “Venerable master, although we’ve been held back by Unicorn, surely the Golden Tower Empire can’t protect all its cities with formations.
“There must be some cities without such defenses. We can take our revenge later on those.”
The Ice Venerable Master’s expression remained dark as he gave a slight nod to the Ice King in purple, “You speak the truth, Purple Robe Ice King. Even if we can’t seize Unicorn, does that mean I can’t take the rest of the cities in the Golden Tower Empire?”
Even if the Golden Tower Empire indeed had ascension level formation martialist, it was implausible for them to set up formations for every single city.
Each time a formation martialist constructs a formation, it drains a vast amount of core energy, requiring months to
recuperate.
To set formations for all the cities of the Golden Tower Empire was a feat not even the Ice Venerable Master could achieve without wearing himself to death.
And if it didn’t kill him, it would take decades to set up formations for so many cities.
Thus, the Ice Venerable Master was certain that only a select few cities in the Golden Tower Empire would be fortified with formations.
And perhaps, Unicorn was protected because it was closest to the icy tempests of the Sunsbury Ice Mountains.
The Golden Tower Empire wanted to protect Unicorn, so they had set up a formation.
However, the Ice Venerable Master quickly realized his mistake.
Over the next few hours, as they flew over the territories of the Golden Tower Empire, they encountered several cities, each guarded by formations, just like Unicorn.
Naturally, the Ice Venerable Master and his army met with the same setbacks when they tried to attack these cities, just as they had at Unicorn.
Not a single city fell to their onslaught. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
On the contrary, the repeated attacks were even too much for the Ice Venerable Master, who was at the ascension level.
So, they found a grand mountain range within the borders of the Golden Tower Empire and chose a valley among its towering peaks to rest and recuperate.
Meanwhile, back in the imperial palace of Fensville, the Yacouba was a picture of urgency and grave concern as he hastened toward a palace hall.
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His swift strides caused the treasured sword at his waist to tap against his armor, creating a rhythmic clattering sound.
In full battle regalia, the imposing Yacouba arrived at the Emperor’s private study.
Indeed, inside the study, the Emperor was conversing with the princess.
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As she sipped her coffee, Amy inquired, “Father, you said that according to Mr. Reed, we were to face a great calamity within these two days. Why has there been no sign of it?”
Huston’s brow furrowed slightly as he replied, “Even though Mr. Reed is young, his skills are remarkable.
“However, divining the fate of calamities can sometimes be imprecise, which is not unusual.”
Huston’s words were chosen to shield his daughter from worry rather than to cast doubt on Gilmore’s divination.
He preferred to softly suggest that there might be some discrepancies rather than bluntly stating an error was made.
“But, this might be a good sign. No calamity is certainly better than a calamity,” he added.
Amy smiled in agreement, nodding, “You are right, Father.”
But no sooner had her words faded than Yacouba’s voice rang out from outside the study, “Your Majesty, have urgent matters to report!”