Chapter 720: Crimson Blade, Frostbound Idol
Rising from the smoldering earth, a wall of demonic flames painted dozens of kilometers in a blasphemous green. Combusted timber and flesh from beasts too slow to flee thickened the air. Beneath the thick smoke that shrouded the sky, long shadows danced like gnarled, beckoning fingers.
No surviving beasts were foolish enough to answer its call. The chorus of crackling bones made sure of it. Instead, soaked in sweat, a question shattered their skulls. How could the Celestial Frost Matriarch let this vision of the realm’s end happen in the middle of her territory?
Not far, Yuehua Ji watched the earth weep as if its scars throbbed in remembrance of Andras’ puppet’s invasion fifty millennia ago. Blood trickled down her fists as her face contorted in a hideous grimace. This couldn’t happen—this wouldn’t happen under her watch.
Her qi swelled with burning hate. Artifacts older than what men’s memory could remember—all destroyed by that whelp. No, the demonic blade he wielded like a hammer, unaware that channelling this unholy power would corrupt him. And if he knew...
Her gaze sharpened as the law of ice solidified at her call. Nine hulking arms unfurled across the sky, frozen armguards and pauldrons defying the flames to melt them. A war dress of thin armored plates clung to a torso both graceful and monstrous.
Gas spewed from two pale lights tucked beneath the bars that formed the visor of a helmet lined with shimmering arched patterns—two eyes whispering of cold rivalling the mist of the netherworld.
"If he knows, his thirst for power will ruin us all. He must die today!"
With her spiritual idol gouging the ground like a deity trampling mortal lands, she bolted inside the cave.
The tremors reached Adam, who panted over his knees. Dishevelled hair stuck to his forehead as his face went ashen. Stalactites were already forming around him, and frost began to wrestle the cleaver’s fiery territory. Space was freezing, and with it, any prospect of survival.
’You fool!’ The cleaver whispered, its voice like grinding stones. ’You’ve burned our trump card. Even worse. If not for your weakness, I would have sundered the entire region up to the pathetic sect you’ve wasted years in.’