“Then there’s nothing more to say.” Jared slowly drew the Dragonslayer Sword. “Today, I claim the Blood Lotus. Stand in my way… and die.”
“Arrogant!” Montar bellowed, launching the first strike. He stepped forward; the ice beneath his feet cracked. Yet the massive man moved as fast as lightning, covering fifty meters in an instant. His ice-crystal axe descended like a mountain-splitting strike!
The blow was simple yet brutal, infused with terrifying force principles. Before the axe even landed, the ice under Jared’s feet caved into a massive pit, and the surrounding air screamed under the pressure.
“Sir, watch out!” Clara cried. Jared couldn’t take the blow head-on. With a flash of movement, he used the Dragon-Stepping Technique to narrowly dodge sideways.
BOOM! The axe hit the ice, sending a hundred-meter-long fissure spreading instantly. The shockwave forced Jared to stagger back several steps, blood and Qi surging.
“Quick on your feet,” Montar sneered. He swung the axe horizontally, carving a crescent of ice-blue energy, cutting off all of Jared’s retreat.
At the same time, Glacern moved. He didn’t advance physically, but his hands darted from his sleeves, fingers moving as if playing a deadly piano. Each finger flicked out a nearly invisible ice-blue thread. They weren’t solid, but condensed from the pinnacle of ice-law principles, designed to bypass defenses and attack the soul and meridians.
“Netherfrost Threads!” Clara’s face turned pale. “They target soul and meridians! One hit and it’s fatal! Sir, dodge!”
Jared sensed the lethal threat. He weaved around Montar‘s axe while slashing chaotic sword energy from his sword, trying to sever the threads.
But the threads were strange and resilient. The chaotic sword energy barely warped them; it could not cut them. Worse, a few threads slipped through, aiming straight for Jared.
Heart racing, he unleashed his chaotic celestial energy as a shield. A glint of golden light from his brow burst forth, releasing a trace of dragon aura, barely deflecting the threads. Still, one grazed his arm. Cold shot through his meridians, numbing the limb and slowing the flow of Immortal power.
In a single exchange, Clara and Vermilion were both wounded, their efforts to distract the enemies almost nullified.
Jared felt the weight of their failure settle squarely on his shoulders; the space around him seemed to shrink beneath the twin murderous auras.
“Kid, lasting this long against the two of us is achievement enough,” Montar bellowed, laughter rolling like thunder across the field. “But here is where your story stops! Mountain-God Cleaver! Earth-Split!”
He raised the axe above his head with both hands. Ice-blue light erupted along its blade, and the very ground trembled beneath the gathering power. This single swing would be several times stronger than anything he had unleashed before.
At the same instant, Glacern’s expression sharpened. The playful chill in his eyes hardened into murderous winter. Between his palms, he pressed a silent prayer; the ice-sigil on his brow blazed, weaving countless Frost-Silk strands into a thumb-sized, glass-clear blue prism that hovered before him.
“Netherfrost Spike! Soulbreaker!”
The prism shot forward without a sound, moving so fast it outraced Jared’s spiritual sense. Wherever it passed, the air froze into hair-thin black fissures, ice law refined to its limit, brushing the skin of space itself.
Strength and soul, two killing arts descended together like twin verdicts of an unforgiving heaven.
Jared’s pupils contracted to pinpoints; for the first time in this battle, he felt death breathe directly against his neck.
Can‘t meet that head-on…
In the heartbeat that followed, he chose flight over force.
With a snap of his wrist, Jared released the small Fire Unicorn from its talisman. Scarlet flames roared into being, the creature pawing the air, ready to answer its master’s desperate call.
The small Fire Unicorn was no ordinary beast. Born of primordial flame, it countered every icy art the Northern Abyss Palace could muster.
ROAR!
Its bellow rolled across the frozen plain like thunder over glass, shivering the miles-wide ice sheet until cracks sang beneath the snow.
From the storage ring at Jared’s hip strode a creature three stories high, its hide armored in molten-gold scales, its mane a living blaze. Each hoof fall boomed, scattering frost into vapor.
Months of hand-feeding deep inside the Beastwood had thickened its muscles and broadened its chest. Now its aura surged at Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Seven.
The gold flames wreathing its body were not mortal fire. They carried a thimble of the world’s first flame, a power that reduced ice to steam the instant it touched the air.
Sensing its master’s peril and the two juggernauts closing in, the unicorn reared.
A pillar of gold fire, wide as a city gate, erupted from its jaws and shot toward the war-axe Montar was bringing down. At the same breath, it flared outward, weaving a burning rampart before Jared.
BOOM! The pillar met the ice-blue axe head-on. Extreme heat collided with murderous cold. The detonation tore a crater into the glacier, vaporizing a lake of ice before flash-freezing the steam into jagged white shards that rained back to earth.
A cyclone tens of yards wide spun outward, scarring the tundra in rings of melted glass and new frost.
