Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Zhao Jing lifted his chin slightly as he faced the army that was heading his way. He calmly stepped toward the menacing army.
There were so many ice soldiers that it looked like an avalanche was rolling down the mountain, swallowing the villages, woods, and roads before them.
Zhao Jing continued forward. Every step he took projected dark red light around him, which gradually turned into countless sabers, swords, axes, and spears.
The curved sabers were over a dozen meters long, and could easily slice a building in half.
The axes were crazily sharp, like the weapons of giants.
The size of the swords and spears was normal, but their numbers seemed boundless. They were spinning rapidly and circling the huge sabers and axes to fill up the gaps.
Nice give and take of the magic. He probably turned himself to light and just passed through the ice or something...