Refining the Heavens 4 (炼天四)

Chapter 18: The North Will Be Stained Red

Daichin the Barbarian Warlord of the Frosthral frontlines army was finally disturbed when his last Barbarian Lord was slain.

He could no longer allow the Snowdrifts' existence to continue, but the moment he moved to attack, Esley suddenly sent out all of his forces to charge at them.

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"Excellent, this is the chance we needed," the Martial King Esley laughed.

He owed that mysterious hooded man his recent surge in cultivation, and in the future, he no longer have problems to slowly increase the amount of contract beasts till he have nine; the limit he could reach.

For this life-changing favour, he bore the blame of ignoring the plight that the Snowdrifts is in.

However, this did not mean that he couldn't capitalise on the opportunities presented on the field.

When the Snowdrifts led Daichin away, Esley knew that his chance has come.

Their forces struck like a storm rolling in from the horizon.

They appeared slow in advance, but before the barbarians realised, they were already upon them.

Though the barbarians had great resilience, they were given no chance to fight back at all. Without Daichin, the tides of battle can only flow against them.

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Daichin clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Tch, those bastards had been waiting for this all along!"

"Warlord Daichin, should we return and hold them back?"

"It's too late. My absence gave those cowards the balls to attack. The moment we move to stop them, they will retreat and all the forces we lost would be for naught."

Daichin could imagine the smile on Esley's face right now and his blood throbbed with anger.

"What should we do then, commander?"

"Leave them be. Our soldiers are not that weak. We will quickly uproot this thorn in our side and return in a flash."

As Daichin said, when the frontlines clashed with the Saint Empire troops, they easily held the line.

Although their Ki techniques are weak and they lacked long-ranged killing skills, their bodies were sturdy beyond the southern Internal Practitioners.

As the barbarians around the Snowdrifts ebbed away and his men panting sighs of relief, Kairos returned to the centre of his army and had furrowed brows seeing the poor condition of his companions and compatriots.

The retreating Frosthral army quickly ran into their commander, Daichin.

The Warlord, in an act of rage, burned a row of those who tried to flee with a slow fire and made an example of what happens to cowards.

Their sickening cries pierced through the clamour of weapons clashing and caused everyone to pale at the cruelty.

Disgusting boils formed on his victims, as their whimpering turned into a gurgling plea for relief.

With their deaths, the soldiers reformed their ranks, and together with Daichin, they swoop in on the Snowdrifts like an all-consuming wave of tsunami.

The soldiers of the Snowdrifts tensed up instinctively, knowing what will happen to them if they were defeated.

Above them, the red moon fades and the world darkens.

But at this time, a silver of orange shone from the horizon, announcing the new dawn, and with it, a smile lit up on Kairos' face and he announced loudly, "It's time."