Dawn was approaching.

Hundreds of miles outside of Wushuang City, the heavy snow continued to fall.

In the camp of the Ghost King Battalion, the torn-apart carcass of the ancient beast had been buried by the falling snowflakes, and tens of thousands of soldiers without tents huddled around hundreds of bonfires, relying on this insignificant source of warmth to get through the cold night.

At this point, the Ghost King, King Wumeng, and King Qingyu had returned to the military encampment after slaying the three ancient beasts. The Ghost King alone had killed two, while King Wumeng and King Qingyu had teamed up to kill one.

It was precisely because of the icy spiritual power released by these ancient beasts at their deaths that the surrounding temperature dropped even further.

Seeing the dispirited soldiers, each of them shivering in the cold wind with no fighting spirit left, the Ghost King, though filled with rage, also felt extremely helpless.

Despite waging war against the Nether King's clan for tens of thousands of years, he and his troops had never experienced an environment as harsh and cruel as today's.

"If we are defeated this time, we are not losing to the seven great clans, but to this millennia-rare heavy snowfall!" the Ghost King exclaimed, looking up at the vast sky with a sigh.

Standing beside him, King Wumeng and King Qingyu said nothing, their faces solemn, both lost in thought.

"Moreover, we haven't lost yet!" The Ghost King suddenly shifted his tone, his face filled with fighting spirit.

It was clear that the Ghost King still wanted to fight on!

Upon hearing this, both King Wumeng and King Qingyu were taken aback and looked at the Ghost King with ever more serious expressions.

"What's wrong?" the Ghost King asked displeasedly, seeing their reactions. "Could it be that the two Dharma Kings have a different opinion?"

"Ghost King, this..." King Wumeng started to speak but then hesitated, his ability to read the room telling him of the anger in the Ghost King's eyes. He turned his head to look at King Qingyu, hoping King Qingyu would speak for him.

King Qingyu frowned and shook his head slightly at King Wumeng. If even King Wumeng dared not speak, let alone he who was always reserved in his words.

"King Wumeng, speak your mind," the Ghost King said after heaving a silent sigh of despair within.

Kingly straightening his back to face the Ghost King and taking a deep breath of the cold air, King Wumeng said, "Ghost King, in my view, our forces are currently unable to fight further! The severe weather, the scarcity of provisions, and the nearby attacks by aberrant beasts have left the soldiers too weak to battle. If we are forced to go to war in two days, I'm afraid it would lead to a disastrous defeat."

After hearing King Wumeng's words, the Ghost King was furious, his face turning fierce, and terrifying spiritual power surged within him.

"Ghost King, please calm your anger!" Frightened, King Wumeng and King Qingyu immediately knelt on one knee.

With a cold snort, the Ghost King turned away and walked into the snow. After a long silence, he turned back and approached the two Dharma Kings before asking, "King Wumeng, are you suggesting that we retreat? But aren't you aware of what I fear the most in my heart?"

The only thing the Ghost King dreaded, his utmost fear, was Chen Hao breaking the final seal on the Nether King's Heart and cultivating the Nether King's Power.

"I understand," King Wumeng nodded. "But if we stubbornly sacrifice tens of thousands of soldiers for the life of one man, what good will killing him do us in the end?"

Without a word, the Ghost King's expression grew even uglier.

"Ghost King, I believe that the young Chen Hao won't break the seal on the enchantment power anytime soon. Why don't we withdraw to Netherworld City, recuperate, stockpile food and weapons, and wait until the winter has passed before attacking them? By then, with our strength, victory is almost assured," King Wumeng suggested.

"But can you guarantee that this kid won't break the seal on the enchantment power during this period?"

"I can't!" King Wumeng shook his head. "However, if he truly does break the seal on the enchantment power, we can't stop it. Unlike us suffering from hunger and cold outside, the seven great clans and their allies reside in the warm and comfortable Wushuang City, well-fed and well-nourished. Given the current situation, if Chen Hao makes a breakthrough at this time, we are helpless."

The Ghost King's eyes narrowed sharply, his gaze becoming more obscure than the snow-filled night sky.

He pondered in silence, considering whether or not to accept King Wumeng's suggestion.

After a very long time, a faint blue light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at King Wumeng, asking with a reproachful tone, "King Wumeng, have you had this idea for quite some time?"

After hesitating for a while, King Wumeng nodded shakily.

"If that's the case, why did you wait until now to speak up?"

King Wumeng looked up at the sky overhead and said, "Who would have expected this snowfall to last so long!"

"Indeed!" the Ghost King sighed, "Who would have expected it!"

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Dawn.

Inside Wushuang City.

"Chen Hao, Chen Hao, come out, stop hiding in the Nether Acupoint." Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body sent Chen Hao a secret message.

Chen Hao, who had been asleep in the arms of Ye Yuqiao's Yang Spirit, slowly opened his eyes and asked groggily, "What's happened?"

"Do I need to have a reason to look for you?" Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body said with displeasure, "Chen Hao, I want to see you."

Chen Hao paid no attention but instead looked up at Ye Yuqiao's Yang Spirit.

Ye Yuqiao's Yang Spirit was blinking at him, After their gazes met for a while, they smiled at each other.

"Chen Hao, you bastard!" Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body was very angry after learning of this through the connection of the Nether King's Heart.

"Alright, I've actually got something to tell you," Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body went on to say, "I've received news that the Ghost King Battalion has withdrawn, and they are returning to Netherworld City."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Chen Hao looked at Ye Yuqiao in front of him, smiled, and then embraced her, whispering into the ear of Ye Yuqiao's Yang Spirit, "Yuqiao, that's great, the Ghost King Battalion has withdrawn. I need to take this time to practice hard, striving to master the Nether King's Power as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yuqiao's face darkened, turning ashen. Chen Hao could not cultivate the Nether King's Power by his efforts alone.

At that moment, a resigned sigh reached their ears.

This sigh naturally came from Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body, who, like her Yang Spirit, couldn't bear to reveal the truth to Chen Hao. Moreover, the two Ye Yuqiaos had previously made a vow to each other not to tell Chen Hao about this.

When would Chen Hao come to know of this matter?

When the time came for him to know, it would also be the saddest moment for him.

Ye Yuqiao's Yang Spirit only hoped that this day would come sooner; however, her Nether Soul Body wished the opposite, hoping that day would come as late as possible, which was why she always hoped to have the decisive battle with the Ghost King Battalion sooner.

"Chen Hao, come out quickly, I've already called together the Clan Leaders of the seven major families to discuss the next steps."

"I won't go," Chen Hao flatly refused, "Just tell me what you all discussed."

"You should come," Ye Yuqiao's Yang Spirit suddenly said to Chen Hao.

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