Upon hearing the series of strange, shrill calls, the Ghost King, who had been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, showing a sharp glint, and then he rose from his tent and followed the sound.

When passing by the outskirts of the camp and seeing the soldiers responsible for the night watch gathered in several groups around the fire pits, the Ghost King was furious, so he descended to the ground.

"All of you, get up!" the Ghost King roared.

Instantly, the surrounding soldiers, who had been burying their heads, lifted their heads one after another and, upon seeing the Ghost King, sprang up from the snowy ground.

"Ghost King, please spare our lives; everyone is just too cold and tired," a soldier of slightly older age explained, shivering.

"I don't want to hear any excuses," the Ghost King angrily rebuked the soldier. "Failure is failure, what's this bit of severe cold? As long as you can endure, you will definitely transform and become extraordinary. Of course, I, along with the Eight Great Dharma Kings, have all been through this. Why can't you do it? It's not terrible to lack talent, what's terrible is lacking the will to progress!"

Listening to the Ghost King's reprimand, the soldiers all perked up, nodding continuously.

Suddenly, the Ghost King's expression turned fierce, and from the corner of his eye, he accidentally saw two soldiers still not standing up, hidden in the darkness.

"Get them up!" the Ghost King angrily pointed towards the two men, with a pallid face.

Several soldiers responded and then approached the two soldiers. To their surprise, with just a light push, the two soldiers fell to the ground.

"Ah!" A tall, thin soldier let out a cry of alarm, then bent down and reached his hand toward the neck of one of the soldiers. The moment his hand touched the soldier's neck, the tall, thin soldier suddenly shuddered as if electrocuted, then turned back to the Ghost King with a mournful expression: "Ghost King, they're both dead."

"What!" The Ghost King was shocked and angry, "Dead!"

He had not expected that these two soldiers, who had not fallen in the past two days of brutal combat, would now succumb to the extreme cold.

To die after the battle and not on the battlefield is a shame for any soldier, and an utter helplessness.

Immediately, the Ghost King was heartbroken, not only for the deaths of these two soldiers but also for the mistaken choices he had made in this battle.

After a moment of weighty sorrow, the Ghost King ordered, "Wrap their bodies well and take them back."

"Hee hee!" A sudden burst of strange laughter interrupted the Ghost King's words.

The Ghost King was startled; he could feel the approach of an ancient cold Yin Qi Spiritual Power.

He turned around and looked towards the distant woodland, only to see numerous silhouettes moving amidst the snow.

In the blink of an eye, those figures had reached the front and leapt high into the air. Illuminated by the light of the fires in the camp, the Ghost King could finally see clearly that they were a group of monkeys, giant in size, with fur as white as snow, almost blending into the falling snow around them. If not for their crimson faces and a pair of eyes exuding a dark green light, they would have been impossible to distinguish in the great snow.

"These are the legendary snow mountain monkeys!" the Ghost King exclaimed. Long ago, he had heard from the elders of Netherworld City talks of a troop of snow monkeys in Polar Ice Land, much larger than ordinary monkeys, with eyes that glowed green.

Unlike most ancient beasts of Polar Ice Land, these snow monster monkeys liked to run amok in heavy snow and extreme cold. They were ferocious by nature and would eat humans on sight.

Seeing the snow mountain monkeys invade, the Ghost King immediately transformed into a mastiff beast, then let out a roar and pounced towards those snow monkeys.

Watching the mastiff beast charge, the snow monkeys didn't dodge but scratched their heads and laughed. Then, they unscrewed their own heads from their necks and tossed them at the mastiff, like juggling snowballs.

Just like their eyes, their blood was a dark green color.

The mastiff beast dodged left and right, but eventually, it was hit by several monkey heads. When the mastiff was splashed with the dark green blood of the snow mountain monkeys, it suddenly let out a painful howl, trembling violently.

The blood of those snow mountain monkeys was chilling to the extreme and carried a fierce Yi Qi Spiritual Power.

Although headless, the snow mountain monkey beasts could still move about, playing and tumbling in the snow, rolling up snowballs.

When the snowballs reached a certain size, the snow mountain monkey beasts placed them on their necks. Then, an unexpected sight occurred: two green lights shot out from each snowball, and monkey faces appeared.

"Roar!" The Ghost King, transformed into an A'ao dog beast, let out an angry roar, and an extremely powerful field of Yin Qi Spiritual Power exploded from within its body.

"Xi Xi!" The snow mountain monkey beasts cried out in panic.

"Bang bang," two monkey beasts, closer to the Ghost King, had their bodies shattered by the burst of Spiritual Power from the A'ao dog beast.

After that, the snow mountain monkey beasts could no longer feel joyful.

The A'ao dog beast continued to roar and then tore another snow mountain monkey to pieces.

"Ah! It's so cold!" shivered the soldiers behind the Ghost King, the death of the snow mountain monkey beasts made the surroundings even colder.

At that moment, King Wumeng and King Qingyu arrived with tens of thousands of soldiers. Immediately, King Wumeng transformed into tens of thousands of blood-red crows, each diving towards the surrounding snow mountain monkey beasts. Then, half of the blood-red crows suddenly self-destructed, turning into blazing flames that rained down like fiery rain on the monkey beasts.

The snow mountain monkey beasts screamed in terror, then turned around and leaped into the night, fleeing.

The transformed A'ao dog beast chased after them, only ceasing its pursuit after tearing apart several snow mountain monkey beasts to alleviate its grudge.

After returning to the camp, the Ghost King had already reverted to human form.

"What a bunch of death-desiring inferior monkeys!" The Ghost King said in annoyance.

"Alas," King Wumeng sighed softly, "Whenever it snows heavily and gets bitterly cold, these snow mountain monkey beasts from the Polar Ice Land move southward, causing disturbances everywhere. And besides them, many other birds and beasts will do the same. Now that we have set up camp in these barren mountains and wild ridges, I'm afraid we'll suffer many attacks."

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An hour later.

The Ghost King had returned to rest in his tent.

Just then, he suddenly opened his eyes, his expression panicked. He sensed that numerous ancient and profound Spiritual Powers were approaching.

"Ghost King, something's wrong," King Wumeng's voice sounded from outside the tent shortly afterward.

"What happened?"

"Those snow mountain monkey beasts we just drove off have come back for revenge with a large group of helpers. The hills are swarming with monkeys!" said King Wumeng, "Should we immediately call the soldiers to deal with them?"

"Quick, go!"

"Wait!" The Ghost King suddenly changed his mind, "No need to gather the soldiers, I have thought of a better way."

Leaving the tent, the Ghost King took only King Wumeng to meet with the snow mountain monkey beasts. Upon encountering them in the forest, the two immediately transformed into an A'ao dog beast and blood-red crows, running toward Wushuang City.

They planned to lead the snow mountain monkey beasts to Wushuang City!

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