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Chapter 884 - 400: This Witch Is a Bit Cold (Part 2)

As night fell, the temperature in the Land of the Far North suddenly dropped to minus forty degrees.

Ye Qingzhou stood alone at the edge of the camp, watching the distant, faintly visible wall of the snowstorm—it was the Magic Barrier of the Shadow Corridor. He took out a small bottle and drank the viscous blue liquid inside.

Instantly, it felt as though ice was flowing through his veins, and the extreme cold no longer posed a threat to him.

"As the future heir of the Morning Star Family, are you really willing to risk participating in this expedition against the Blood Race?"

Ye Qingzhou turned back and saw Celeste walking over.

She had already removed her heavy armor, wearing only casual attire. Her platinum blonde hair looked like flowing silk under the moonlight, dazzlingly beautiful.

"Some things I must do myself."

Ye Qingzhou said.

Celeste stood beside him, and neither spoke further. Instead, they tacitly conserved their energy, waiting for the battle to begin.

At one o’clock in the morning, Ye Qingzhou quietly left his original spot.

Following the collected clues, he found the concealed underground passage—it was a secret route used by the Eternal Night Council to transport supplies.

The entrance was covered by Illusion Techniques, but with Ye Qingzhou’s Celestial Eye, it was as clear as day.

Passing through the narrow, damp tunnel, Ye Qingzhou arrived at the lower region of the Shadow Corridor.

The familiar rancid stench filled the air—the traces left by the long-term use of Black Magic.

He skillfully avoided the patrolling Shadow Guards and made his way toward the central control room.

Time passed second by second.

Ye Qingzhou hid in a shadow, waiting for the signal from the Judgement Knights.

When the pocket watch pointer pointed to exactly three o’clock, a dazzling golden light pierced through layers of stone walls, exploding in the sky above the stronghold.

In an instant, alarms blared throughout the Shadow Corridor.

Ye Qingzhou acted immediately, swiftly dealing with the two guards outside the control room and charging inside.

In the center of the control room was a gigantic black Crystal Ball, from which four purple-black Energy Beams extended, connecting four defense nodes.

Ye Qingzhou took a deep breath, placing his hands on the Crystal Ball, beginning to inject Fighting Spirit and Magic Power into it. The two opposing attributes caused a fierce magical reaction upon merging.

The dark energy within the Crystal Ball churned violently, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on its surface.

At the same time, the entire stronghold shook violently, and the alarm sounds became even more piercing.

The icy wind of the Land of the Far North, mixed with ice particles, whipped against Ye Qingzhou’s face. His silver-gray cloak fluttered behind him, the ice-blue pupil of his left eye slightly contracted, capturing the flow of Barrier Energy.

"You acted a quarter of an hour slower than planned."

A deep voice like thunder came from behind. Ye Qingzhou didn’t turn around, his fingers lightly brushing over the ancient runes carved on the longsword at his waist. "With so many armored cans marching in the snow, it would be a miracle to arrive on time, Chief Judge."

Twenty fully armored Holy Knights formed into battle formations in the snow, the three at the forefront particularly striking.

Chief Judge Roland moved like an iron fortress, the inscriptions on his Secret Silver Armor gleaming coldly in the snowlight, and scars faintly visible under the silver eyepatch covering his left eye.

To his left, Gareth’s blonde hair flowed, with fiery patterns dancing across his light armor; to his right, Celeste was entirely encased in Thorn Iron Armor, only her star-crossed pupils shining coldly from the gaps in her helm.

Roland pressed his giant sword into the ground, instantly vaporizing the snow, causing white steam to rise: "The Eternal Night Council kidnaps Alchemy Divine Descendants, desecrating the glory of the Holy Sun, and today their sins will be washed away with blood."

Ye Qingzhou took out an Ice Crystal from his pocket, and after injecting Magic Power, projected a 3D map of the stronghold: "The Barrier has four nodes that need simultaneous destruction. I’m in charge of the east one—it’s built on an ancient tomb with a tunnel running inside."

Gareth played with his flaming dual swords, Light-Feathers falling from the gaps in his armor: "Twenty against three hundred, what a marvelous chance."

"Not just three hundred."

Ye Qingzhou pointed to the writhing shadows in the projection, his expression calm: "Hecate recently succeeded in cultivating Daywalkers, those monsters can operate under sunlight."

Celeste’s Chain Whip suddenly hummed, and she raspily chanted: "Chapter seven, verse twelve of the Holy Scripture—’All who act in darkness shall be judged by iron and fire’."

"Strike against evil, this is the path of the Holy Knight."

Roland drew the giant sword embedded with twelve Holy Nails, solemnly ordering: "Action."

Ye Qingzhou transformed into a silver shadow, darting toward the east.

Behind him came Roland’s roar and the battle cries of the Holy Knights, followed by earth-shattering explosions—Gareth’s Light Arrow tore apart the Eternal Night Council’s outer defenses.

The east node was guarded by four Eagle Claw Mutants.

Ye Qingzhou’s sword remained sheathed, his left hand traced a Magic Rune in the air, casting a spell, causing Extreme Cold Frost to freeze the guards into ice sculptures instantly.

Then he pressed one hand onto the black Barrier Stone, and the ice-blue light in his left eye surged: "Magic Dispel!"

Spider-web-like icy cracks spread across the Barrier Stone’s surface.

Simultaneously, blinding golden light erupted from the west—Roland’s Holy Nail Giant Sword directly shattered the node.

Flames spiraled in the south as Gareth’s dual blades burned the guards and Barrier Stone together.

From the north came the sound of metal tearing flesh, Celeste’s Chain Whip executing her brutal justice.

The entire Shadow Corridor shook violently, the purple Barrier shattering like glass.

Ye Qingzhou slipped into the exposed tunnel, the stench of blood assaulting his senses.

The scene before him showed the tunnel walls lined with pulsating blood vessels, and the floor slick like the esophagus of some creature.

"Hecate, that madwoman..."

The blade of Ye Qingzhou’s sword ignited in azure flame, illuminating the suddenly appearing distorted creature ahead—it had a human torso and a wolf’s head, with scales like Ice Crystals covering its body.

The moment the Daywalker lunged, Ye Qingzhou spun and slashed.

The blade cut across the monster’s throat, but only ice shards burst out, and the wound healed instantly.

"Hmm? Its resistance to light and dark is this high?"

Ye Qingzhou leapt backward, avoiding its claws, and pressed his left hand to the ground, chanting another magic spell: "Ice Brand!"

The ground erupted with ice spikes pinning the monster mid-air, and Ye Qingzhou seized the opportunity to thrust his sword into its chest, this time infusing it with a large amount of Fighting Spirit.

The monster immediately emitted a high-pitched scream, its body exploding from within with shards of ice.

The tunnel’s end was a bone door engraved with evil runes.

Ye Qingzhou sliced his palm and smeared blood onto the door, extinguishing the runes one by one—an old trick of the Eternal Night Council.

The sight beyond the door made his stomach churn: dozens of transparent incubation pods arranged in the circular hall, each with a comatose human inside, their wrists slit, blood flowing through tubes into the central blood pool.

"The Blood of Origin from Alchemy Divine Descendants..."

Ye Qingzhou quickly checked the nearest pods, sighing with relief: "Still alive."

The dome of the hall suddenly rained down a storm of ice shards, Ye Qingzhou opened his Ice Shield, seeing the pale figure manifesting on the high platform—Frost Witch Hecate hovered in mid-air, her skeletal hand revealed beneath her black robe, ghostly blue Ghost Fire danced in her eye sockets.

"Laine Morning Star, a prey who delivered himself to the net."

Her voice sounded like thousands of ice needles scraping: "Master Dracula will surely be pleased to see your head."

Ye Qingzhou pointed his sword at the witch: "Release these people, and I can let you die painlessly."

Hecate waved her bony hand, and twelve ice coffins ascended from the ground and shattered, revealing fully armed ice knights.

"Did you know? These knights were once the elite of the Holy Sun Church Court."

She laughed maniacally: "Now, let them send you to Hell."

The blades of the ice knights were entwined with dark mist, each swing carried the resentment of the departed.

Ye Qingzhou struggled under the encirclement, his right arm already slashed with a wound deep enough to expose bone.

He clenched his teeth and crushed the Crystal Bottle at his waist, allowing the blue potion to seep into the wound, instantly freezing and staunching the bleeding.

"Holy Light! This enemy is truly worthy of battle!"

A sudden war cry accompanied by a fiery whirlwind swept through the hall.

Gareth swung his dual blades into a wheel of light, causing ice knights to erupt in flames wherever he passed.

He winked at Ye Qingzhou: "Roland said you’d definitely need help—the old guy may be rigid, but his judgment is top-notch."