Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1708 - 1043: Welcoming the True Monarch’s Arrival!

Cloud Peak.

The protection array was on the verge of collapse after holding for two-quarters of an hour.

Wen Yu tangled with several Poison Fang Vipers for two-quarters of an hour, consuming a massive amount of mana, her breath growing increasingly labored, and her movements in wielding the banner becoming more strained.

Outside the protection array at the base of the mountain, the nearby forest had turned into a frozen world, plants and stones covered in layers of ice crystals.

However, these ice crystals were mixed with a ghastly green color, and the air was filled with a blue-green toxic mist.

As for the disciples of Cloud Peak, they could only hold on painfully, taking various elixirs to replenish mana while casting spells to attack the mutant beasts and demon beasts outside the array. Unfortunately, their attacks grew weaker, allowing the Poison Fang Vipers to easily attack the protection array.

Meanwhile, Wen Qiao was drenched in sweat, having exhausted his spirit stones, he could only sustain the operation of the array with his own mana.

Suddenly~

A thunderous buzzing sound erupted.

Wen Qiao’s face turned pale as he looked at the shattered array plate in his hand, shouting hoarsely, "Aunt!"

The array plate shattered, and the protection array completely collapsed.

Wen Yu also looked somewhat pale, but she still had some strength. At the moment of the array’s collapse, a terrifying wave of mana erupted from her body.

She no longer waved the banner, instead, she lifted it high and slammed it down toward the ground.

"Mystic Ice Jungle!"

In the next instant, thousands of ice trees surged from the ground, their trunks made of a dark blue mystical ice, glinting with a metallic cold light. Spiraled ice vines wrapped around the trees, with barbs growing at the ends; the canopies spread like umbrella tops, with countless icicle-like branches dangling down, their tips gleaming with a ghostly blue chill.

The ice forest grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, initially just over ten feet tall, but shooting up to nearly a hundred feet in the blink of an eye, covering an area of over ten miles.

As the Mystic Ice Jungle grew, each massive ice tree emitted a piercing "creak," their trunks squeezing and colliding, the ice vines twisting and entangling, forming an impenetrable frozen forest, sealing all the Poison Fang Vipers within.

This move was Wen Yu’s last resort; the energy beams she had released earlier were not pointless gestures; their purpose was for this outburst.

Suspended in the air, Wen Yu, after casting this spell, almost couldn’t stabilize herself, nearly falling from the sky.

At this moment, she was truly at her wit’s end, with no strength left; she could only barely stabilize her form in the air.

"Run!"

She shouted the word hoarsely with all her might.

The disciples below, caught in fear, were stunned at her words, then quickly understood and began to flee in all directions.

Seeing the battle reach this dire situation, they knew there was no hope left.

At this point, no one would blame them for retreating.

"Aunt!"

Wen Qiao looked at Wen Yu worriedly, but Wen Yu roared at him again, "Run!"

Wen Qiao hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, turned and ran, with no more hesitation or delay.

Fleeing the battlefield might be seen as cowardice, fighting to the death as an inevitable choice.

They had done their utmost; there was no way to turn the tide. From now on, they would be at the mercy of others.

Wen Qiao did not fear death, but he understood Wen Yu’s intent.

The death of one Wen Yu would suffice as an explanation to the Sky Cloud Sword Sect. Wen Qiao could die or survive.

Now fleeing, if lucky, he could escape with his life; if not, it would be his misfortune.

Just as Wen Qiao turned, the sound of cracking ice rang from within the Mystic Ice Jungle.

The Mystic Ice Jungle was a broad-range attack spell, with great power, enough to freeze an area of over ten miles. Yet, its power against Foundation Establishment Cultivators and Second-Order demon beasts was minimal, hardly posing a lethal threat.

In mere moments, the Second-Order demon beasts already began to break free from the ice.

"Hiss hiss~~"

The humanoid Poison Fang Viper let out an angry hiss, leaping fiercely, its massive snake mouth opening wide, with two fangs shining with a ghastly green light aiming straight for Wen Yu.

Wen Yu raised her banner, her sharp eyes fixed on that enormous maw.

Is this the end?

Even if I die, I’ll take one of your teeth!

She squinted, lifted the banner, advancing instead of retreating, and fiercely struck out.

At this moment, a figure appeared above her.

The next second, a spear enveloped in lightning plummeted from the sky, brutally crashing onto the head of the Poison Fang Viper.

With a boom, the spear nailed the Poison Fang Viper into the mountain stone below, pinning it firmly.

Wen Yu stared dumbfounded at this scene, then slowly raised her head.

A tall figure stood in the air, the not-so-familiar image of someone in a pine-green robe appearing in her vision.

She wasn’t very familiar with Yang Zhenshan, having only seen him a few times, and had never spoken a word to him.

Before Yang Zhenshan had formed his core, she didn’t know him. After his Core Formation, with the establishment of the Sky Cloud Sword Sect, she saw him occasionally during sect meetings.

However, Yang Zhenshan was a Golden Core True Monarch, while she was merely a Foundation Establishment Elder. Even if something needed reporting to Yang Zhenshan within the sect, it wasn’t her place as a Foundation Establishment Elder, as there were the Sect Master and six Hall Masters for such matters.

So she never had the chance to speak with Yang Zhenshan.

Now, seeing Yang Zhenshan, her Heart Spirit surged with emotion.

"Wen Yu of Cloud Peak, welcomes the True Monarch!"

Her hoarse voice resounded like thunder in the air over Cloud Peak, filled with excitement and surprise.

The fleeing disciples below halted abruptly upon hearing this voice, turning back, both surprised and overjoyed.