"The North is forbidden," said the Old Shaman woman, the tapping of her cane becoming louder and more ferocious. "That lass deserved death. You deserve death."
"Is this your final decision…?" Lang Qingyue asked as her breath cooled.
The summoning of a massive giant of ice and snow was all the confirmation Lang needed. She flashed forward as a sharpened blur, drawing a line of ice through the already frozen-over ground.
SHING!
With an attack that no one below the Foundation Establishment Realm could possibly register, both the ice golem and the Old Shaman woman were sliced horizontally. Lang Qingyue crisply sheathed her sword behind them, not even bothering to look back and watch them slide off into multiple pieces.
"Then this means war."
Lang Qingyue, Bai Ning, the Necrotic Valkyries, and the rest of the Shadow Army would no longer endure the abuse of the Shamans. If they wanted to skip past peaceful negotiations and go straight to the onslaught, then so be it.
