Chapter 6421 - 6430

Jiang Xuelan slowly walked to his side, standing shoulder to shoulder, both gazing at the solemn ice mountain, at this ancestral land that bore witness to the rise and fall, the blood and tears, and the obsessions of the Ice God lineage for a thousand years.

The chill around her softened, the murderous intent in her eyes vanished, leaving only a heart full of complex emotions. After a long silence, she spoke softly, her tone carrying thousands of years of forbearance and anticipation.

“The ancestral land of the Ice God lineage, where the roots of our culture and bloodline converge, cannot be allowed to remain under the control and oppression of the gods, becoming a forbidden ground for foreign races, suffering humiliation generation after generation.”

As her words fell, she slowly raised the Ice God Sword in her hand, its tip pointing steadily at the open, flat, spiritually rich, and easily defensible frozen plain at the foot of the ice mountain. Her gaze was firm, her tone resounding, without the slightest hesitation.

“Right here, on this very spot, build the Ice God Palace as a permanent residence, take root in our homeland, and never wander again,” Jiang Xuelan said.

Bing Wuhen, standing to the side, trembled, his eyes instantly blazing with intense light. His breathing quickened involuntarily as he stepped forward, his voice filled with disbelief and excitement.

“Palace Master, is this true? Can we really establish ourselves here, have our own legitimate base, and no longer have to hide and flee?”

“Absolutely true, without a doubt.” Jiang Xuelan nodded gently, her voice soft yet each word carrying immense weight and conviction.

“The ancestral land is protected by an ancient bloodline restriction, allowing only those of the true bloodline of the Ice God to freely enter and exit. No external enemies or alien races can approach the core area; the natural barrier is secure and worry-free.”

“The spiritual energy here is rich and abundant, far surpassing the Ancient Forest of Ten Thousand Spirits. Its terrain is treacherous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, far from the encirclement and suppression range of the core forces of the Divine Race.

It is safer and more secure than any previous hiding place, making it the most suitable base for the revival and rise of my Ice God lineage, to restore the glory of our race.”

Having said this, she turned to Kai beside her, her gaze filled with a mixture of inquiry and trust, awaiting his decision.

Having fought side-by-side and shared life and death along the way, Kai was already the most trusted support of the Ice God lineage. Important matters of the race should be discussed and decided together.

Kai smiled faintly, his expression gentle and resolute, and readily agreed, “Your mind is made up. What the clan needs is what is feasible. If you think it’s suitable, then we will begin construction immediately, build on the spot, and provide full support without delay.”

A simple sentence, without flowery language, yet it firmly supported the Ice God lineage’s thousand-year-long yearning, giving everyone a sense of security.

Bing Wuhen’s eyes instantly reddened, warm tears welling up, which he forcefully held back, a thousand years of hidden bitterness surging into his heart.

Bing Xue’er quickly raised her hand to cover her lips, unable to suppress the bittersweet joy in her heart, tears silently sliding down her cheeks, soaking her clothes.

Bing Fenghan, usually taciturn, remained silent, but his fists clenched tightly, his eyes filled with burning emotion and excitement.

Thousands of years of wandering, thousands of years of hiding and enduring, thousands of years of oppression by foreign races, thousands of years of his bloodline being scattered.

The Ice God lineage had been scattered and separated, afraid to acknowledge their ancestors, afraid to return to their clan, afraid to reveal their identities, living day and night in fear and humiliation, homeless, without a place to call home, without a branch to perch on.

But today, their suffering had turned the page, their humiliation had ended, and their wandering had ceased.

The Ice God lineage had finally reclaimed their homeland, taken root in their ancestral land, and possessed a truly stable home of their own, with the foundation to revitalize their clan.

After calming their emotions, everyone immediately set to work, building their home with great enthusiasm.

Bing Wuhen, Bing Xue’er, and Bing Fenghan fully activated the pure power of the Ice God’s essence, raising their hands to condense energy into bricks, and solid, heavy, and chilling Xuanbing God bricks quickly took shape.

Layer upon layer, they divided the work of building houses, arranging streets and alleys, and reinforcing the towering outer walls, their movements swift and efficient, their hearts filled with the passion to build their home.

Kai and Jiang Xuelan assisted side by side, working together to speed things up.

Kai unleashed his powerful chaotic energy, stabilizing the foundation, solidifying the walls, and leveling the terrain. He smoothed out the uneven battlefield, reinforcing the entire stronghold and making the city impregnable.

Jiang Xuelan channeled the power of the Ice God, outlining defensive runes for the city walls, setting up protective barriers for the clan and residences, and perfecting the network of offensive and defensive formations, ensuring both stability and protection.

The chaotic energy and the power of the Ice God intertwined and merged, filling the sky with spiritual light, the cold and warm energies mingling, complementing each other, making construction twice as efficient and progressing rapidly.

In just half a day, a small, ice-bound city, orderly and solemn, with sturdy walls, complete barriers, and surrounded by spiritual energy, rose from the foot of the ancestral mountain.

Well-arranged, with orderly streets and alleys, complete residences, and a balance of offense and defense, it began to resemble a major sect’s stronghold, both stable and dignified.

On the smooth ice stone before the city gate, Jiang Xuelan personally raised her hand, gathering her strength. Using the essence of the Ice God as ink and the spiritual power at her fingertips as a brush, she carved three powerful, ancient, and chilling characters—”Ice God Palace”—with each stroke, resounding and forceful.

The characters, once completed, shimmered with spiritual light, exuding an aura of dominance, rooted in their homeland, proclaiming the rebirth of their clan.

She stood alone beneath the city gate, gazing silently at the four characters, at the new city, at the icy mountains of her homeland. She stood there for a long, long time, her heart churning with emotion. A thousand words finally coalesced into a soft whisper, each syllable heavy, each sentence touching her heart .

“From this day forward, this will be the only home for the Ice God lineage, rooted for generations, never to be exiled.”

Kai slowly stepped forward, standing beside her, both gazing up at the characters on the city gate, their gazes firm and steady, offering a soft, comforting promise.

“Settle down and protect our home, steadily rebuild our clan. When we return, we will join forces to overthrow the Divine Alliance and crush the powerful and tyrannical.

At that time, the Ice God lineage can stand openly among all the races of the heavens, no longer needing to hide and endure, no longer needing to fear oppression, but proudly and honorably regaining its glory.”

Jiang Xuelan turned to look at him, a complex and unreadable emotion flashing in her clear, cold eyes—gratitude, trust, emotion, and reassurance, a thousand feelings converging in one place.

“Thank you,” Jiang Xuelan said.

Kai smiled calmly and waved his hand casually, “No need for thanks. Comrades-in-arms should help each other and overcome difficulties together.

It’s getting late, and the people of Free Valley are still waiting for us to return and provide reinforcements. The battle ahead is intense, so we shouldn’t linger. Let’s set off immediately.”

Just as everyone was about to leave, Kai suddenly whispered in Jiang Xuelan’s ear, “You are my woman, so it’s only right that I help you.”

Jiang Xuelan’s face flushed slightly, and she quickly looked at Bing Wuhen and the others, afraid they would hear.

After all, she was the Palace Master of the Ice God lineage, and everyone respected her. If the people of the Ice God lineage knew that their noble Palace Master had been taken advantage of, they would definitely feel bad.

Kai saw Jiang Xuelan’s embarrassment and smiled faintly, “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you in front of the people of the Ice God lineage…”

After saying that, Kai took out the Demon Suppression Tower, and the spatial origin began to slowly activate. A flash of light appeared, and the figures of the five people disappeared.
The biting winds of the northern icy plains had barely faded from their ears

when the unique spatial power within the Demon-Suppressing Tower suddenly unleashed itself. Layers upon layers of spatial runes enveloped five tall figures, tearing through thousands of miles of void without leaving a trace.

There was no loss of spiritual energy from a long journey, no weariness from crossing realms.

Kai, Jiang Xuelan, and their three companions, using the Demon-Suppressing Tower’s exclusive spatial traversal ability, instantly traversed the entire far northern frontier, landing steadily outside the entrance to the heart of the long-awaited Freedom Valley.

The blinding white light of space slowly receded and dissipated, transforming into specks of shimmering white light that merged into the morning sky.

The five figures, their robes fluttering slightly, exuded a steady aura, their feet firmly planted on the cool bluestone valley path, their postures upright, showing no sign of fatigue.

It was the break of dawn, the sky just beginning to lighten. A pale blue morning mist, like a veil, enveloped the entire valley, swirling and obscuring the outlines

of the nearby vegetation. The dew that had condensed overnight still clung to the roadside herbs and ancient trees, dampening them.

The crisp, rich spiritual energy of the plants, mingled with the moist scent of the morning dew, wafted through the air, soothing the biting chill brought back from the icy northern plains. At

the valley entrance, where the view was expansive, a group of people stood ready, waiting patiently without a moment’s hesitation.

Leading them was Lin Yuan, standing alone in the most conspicuous spot beneath the valley’s entrance gate.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his dark, fitted robe soaked through with the overnight dew, the edges slightly sagged, clinging tightly to his body.

It was obvious without a word that he had been waiting there since before dawn, before the night had faded, never leaving his side, his anxiety suppressed, hoping only for the figure returning ahead.

The heavy burden, the worry, and the restless anxiety that had weighed on his heart for days were all etched on his brow.

His aura was taut, his spiritual energy subtly gathering, yet his mind remained unsettled.

Only when his gaze firmly landed on Kai’s returning figure did his furrowed brows relax, a huge weight lifted from his heart.

His tense aura instantly dissipated, his steps quickened, and he strode forward, his eyes burning with anticipation and eagerness.

The core members and the leading cultivators waiting around him also turned to look, their gazes fixed on Kai and his group. The atmosphere instantly became solemn; no one spoke, everyone eagerly awaiting the good news.

“How was it? Did you successfully break through to the next level during your seclusion in the Northern Ice Plains?”

Lin Yuan strode up to Kai, his voice barely concealing his excitement.

His gaze immediately fell upon Kai’s aura, scrutinizing him meticulously from top to bottom, repeatedly probing his spiritual energy reserves and cultivation level. His eyes practically overflowed with anticipation, and his tone was filled with barely suppressed urgency.

Kai remained calm and composed. Having endured the harshness of the Northern Ice Plains and the trials of life and death, his temperament had become increasingly reserved and profound, showing no trace of impetuosity.

He nodded slightly, his palm gently raised, and a wisp of pure and condensed purple chaotic energy quietly flowed out, a fleeting flash of light, neither ostentatious nor leaky, calm and restrained, yet possessing an overwhelming primal pressure that crushed ordinary spiritual energy.

“Thankfully, I lived up to everyone’s expectations and successfully broke through the barrier, stabilizing

my cultivation at the True Immortal Realm, Grade Three.” Kai’s voice was steady, each word firm. His gaze swept over the white-clad figure beside him as he added, “Xue Lan accompanied me throughout my cultivation journey, protecting me as I comprehended the Dao.

By a fortunate coincidence, I fully inherited the ancient Ice God’s source of knowledge, perfecting my Ice Dao Laws and Ice Sealing Divine Powers. My combat power has more than doubled, enough to stand alone against top-tier Immortal Realm opponents.”

These two short sentences were like a reassuring needle, firmly piercing the hearts of everyone present.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan suddenly exhaled a long, heavy breath,

releasing the pressure, fear, and torment that had been building up for months. His fists clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force, the bones creaking softly as they rubbed together. The emotions that had been suppressed for so long were finally released.

He had waited far too long for this breakthrough, for this main force to take shape, for this battle of revenge and rescue.

Having endured countless sleepless nights and weathered numerous small-scale attacks from the Divine Race, the opportune moment had finally arrived.

“Excellent! Excellent!”

Lin Yuan shouted in a deep voice, his tone resolute and powerful, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, an aura of killing intent instantly enveloping him.

“The two Supreme Elders of the Divine Race are about to emerge from seclusion. Once they succeed, their cultivation will undoubtedly reach new heights.

At that time, we will have no power to resist, and the opportunity to rescue our people and fight against the Divine Race will be completely severed. We can no longer afford to waste time!”

He abruptly turned, his posture sharp, his gaze suddenly fixed on the thousands of elite cultivators arrayed and ready to fight deep within the valley.

His breath rose sharply, his voice resounding throughout the Free Valley, each word ringing out with penetrating power, reaching the ears of every cultivator.

“The Northern Underworld Prison imprisons countless compatriots of all races, and has slaughtered countless fellow cultivators. Today, the time is ripe. We will march forth immediately and storm the Northern Underworld Prison!”

Kai’s expression was fierce, without the slightest hesitation. His fighting spirit soared, and he immediately issued a command in a deep voice, his order as firm as a mountain: “The entire army, assemble and form ranks immediately! After a short rest, our target is the Northern Underworld Prison. A full-scale assault! We will not return to the valley until the prison gates are breached!”

The powerful command echoed through the valley, reaching every corner of Freedom Valley and clearly reaching the ears of every waiting cultivator.

The Freedom Valley’s elite warriors, who had been diligently cultivating and resting in the Demon Suppression Tower for many days, along with the Spirit Clan’s elite troops who had rushed to their aid from neighboring territories, acted immediately upon hearing the order, their steps perfectly synchronized.

They quickly rushed to the open area at the valley entrance and assembled in formation, the sound of armor clashing echoing in unison, their aura solemn.

Elder Qingxuan, clad in a flowing emerald robe, strode in, his body enveloped in spiritual light, exuding a powerful and profound aura.

He personally led three hundred elite spirit race warriors, their steps steady and orderly as they emerged from the Demon Suppression Tower’s secret realm.

Over two hundred days of secluded cultivation, refining their spiritual power, tempering their physical bodies, and perfecting their battle formations, had transformed the spirit race warriors’ foundation.

Each warrior was surrounded by a rich and enduring emerald-green spiritual light, brimming with vitality, their spiritual power flowing smoothly and powerfully, like the boundless vitality nurtured in fertile spring soil—resilient and with far greater endurance than before.

Although Elder Qingxuan himself had not yet broken through his cultivation bottleneck, the depth of his spiritual power had more than doubled.

His meridians had widened and strengthened, his spiritual power flowing without any stagnation, and every gesture carried the composed and imposing aura of a seasoned expert.

With an imposing presence that commands respect and keeps the enemy in check, they are the most reliable logistical and tactical asset in the army.

On the other side, Lin Yuan skillfully orchestrated the situation, personally leading five hundred elite human resistance fighters who swiftly converged from various garrison points throughout the valley. The thousand-strong ranks formed a tight, orderly formation, advancing and retreating with perfect precision.

The gleaming swords were all drawn, their sharp edges reflecting the dawn light, radiating a chilling killing intent;

heavy, sturdy black iron armor clung to their bodies, the plates clashing and clanging with a continuous, crisp sound, and an aura of grim determination swept across the entire valley entrance.
Within the ranks, familiar faces gleamed with fighting spirit, each fulfilling their duties, their auras palpable.

Old Zhao, wielding a heavy black iron battle axe, its blade gleaming coldly, grinned broadly, revealing a set of neat white teeth. His rugged features were filled with fearless bravery, awaiting only the order to charge into battle.

A tall, thin cultivator waved a plain folding fan, seemingly casual and relaxed, yet his eyes held a glint colder and sharper than a drawn blade. The fan’s opening and closing concealed deadly moves, specializing in close-quarters ambushes and blocking escape routes. A

middle-aged female cultivator’s fingers flew, two short-bladed swords twirling rapidly in her palms, their blades flashing with a sharp, cold light, undefeated in close combat.

The white-haired elder, Xu, stroked his long, white beard, his gaze deep and unfathomable, silently observing the surrounding formation, anticipating the changing tides of battle, his meticulous mind controlling the entire situation.

Only Zhao Tieshan stood alone at the rear of the group, leaning on his old ironwood cane. His body was hunched, his cultivation completely destroyed, unable to fight.

Yet, he insisted on being there to see them off, unwilling to miss this crucial battle for the survival of his clan.

The war drums hadn’t sounded, but his mind was made up. The road ahead was fraught with danger, surrounded by powerful enemies, but no one retreated a single step.

Zhao Tieshan looked up at Kai, his voice hoarse and dry, his eyes uncontrollably reddening, filled with concern and worry. He softly instructed, “Mr. Chen, the Northern Underworld Prison is a heavily guarded, perilous place of the gods, with two powerful figures stationed there. It’s extremely dangerous. You must protect yourself and bring everyone back alive.”

Kai slowly stepped forward, gently patting Zhao Tieshan’s shoulder. His palm was warm and steady, his gaze gentle yet resolute.

With a faint smile and a resolute tone, he said, “Elder Chief, rest assured. I have never broken a promise to you, and I will certainly return safely today, leading our people out of this predicament and protecting the Valley of Freedom.”

He said no more, raising his hand and making a grasping motion in the air. The ancient and imposing Demon-Suppressing Tower instantly emerged from his dantian storage space.

Completely black, its surface was inscribed with ancient demon-suppressing runes, their patterns weathered and ancient, exuding an imposing aura. It floated silently in the morning light, serene and solemn.

The next instant, a magnificent and dazzling white pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing through heaven and earth. Its soft light slowly spread, precisely enveloping all the assembled cultivators at the valley entrance, leaving no one out.

“Cross the entire spatial domain, lock onto the coordinates—the outer wasteland of the Northern Underworld Prison!”

Kai commanded in a deep voice, activating the power of the Demon-Suppressing Tower’s primordial space.

The white light suddenly contracted rapidly, engulfing over a thousand figures within its pillar. The next second, they vanished from the entrance to Freedom Valley without a trace, leaving only an empty stone arena.

Zhao Tieshan stood alone, gazing at the dissipating white pillar of light, his gaze lingering. He silently wiped the warm tears from his eyes, offering a silent prayer for a triumphant return.

The Northern Underworld Prison, a forbidden land on the very edge of the Northern Region, far from the habitable territories of humans and spirits, stands alone on a desolate, barren black frozen wasteland, isolated from the world, permeated with malevolent energy. Among the

renowned infernal realms of the heavens, each possesses its own ferocious characteristics.

In the depths of the Black Rock Prison, magma surges, flames scorch the body, and the intense heat is enough to melt metal and corrode bones, leaving nothing but barrenness. The Crimson Flame Prison

is filled with lava ravines, its fiery energy attacking the heart; spiritual cultivators who enter will suffer a depletion of their vital energy, severely restrained.

The Northern Underworld Prison, however, is the complete opposite—an extremely yin and frigid wasteland. The entire prison is buried deep beneath millennia-old permafrost, isolated from sunlight, spiritual energy, and all life.

This place is not a naturally dangerous location, but rather the ruins of an ancient battlefield left behind by a great war between gods and demons.

Tens of thousands of years ago, countless powerful warriors fought and bled here, their souls annihilated, their blood soaking through layers of rock and soil, penetrating thousands of feet underground.

After tens of thousands of years of erosion, the soil still retains a dark, dark red hue, mottled and patchy, like unhealed blood-red scars on the earth, a horrifying sight.

On this desolate wasteland, there are no flowers, no grass, no insects, no beasts, not a trace of vibrant life, only deathly silence and cold. Year-round, howling winds and stagnant malevolent energy cause any living being to feel their mind oppressed and their spiritual energy stagnant upon stepping upon it.

The entire main prison area of ​​the Northern Underworld Prison is hidden deep underground, surrounded by layers of thick, unyielding permafrost, as hard as top-grade black iron.

Further reinforced by continuous, heavy basalt layers, its defenses are unparalleled; even a full-force attack from an ordinary immortal cultivator would find it difficult to breach the slightest barrier.

The entire prison area is connected to the surface by only one deep, narrow, pitch-black passage, offering no other escape route. Easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is a natural fortress.

The cliff walls on both sides of this single passage are densely covered with holy light restrictions exclusive to the divine race, layers of ancient golden runes flashing alternately in light and shadow.

Deep within the dimly lit passage, they are like countless vigilant, cold eyes, intently watching the movements of the surrounding wasteland.

The restrictions are interlocking, layered, hundreds upon hundreds, forming a unified offense and defense, seemingly unbreakable.

Ordinary low- and mid-level cultivators would be instantly locked onto by the restriction within a hundred feet of the passage, their bodies annihilated by the violent holy light, leaving not even a trace of their souls.

Even high-level Immortal Realm cultivators who recklessly forced their way in would pay a heavy price, severely injured and on the verge of retreat, with only a nine-out-of-ten chance of survival.

At this moment, at the entrance to the only ground passage of the Northern Underworld Prison, two towering figures stood side by side, their auras icy and overwhelming, firmly guarding the vital passage, giving no opportunity for a surprise attack.

Both were core combatants of the Divine Race, their cultivation reaching the peak of the ninth rank of the True Immortal Realm, only a step away from the Immortal Realm Perfection, their combat power overwhelming, and their fearsome reputation infamous.

The one on the left was as burly as a mountain, towering over the heavens and the earth, a full twelve feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, his physique terrifyingly powerful.

Every muscle on his body was bulging and knotted, its lines sharp and angular, unlike flesh and blood, but rather like steel forged through countless hammer blows, indestructible.

His skin was perpetually enveloped in a faint, dark golden sheen, even and dense, without a single flaw.

This was the exclusive mark left by ten thousand years of arduous cultivation of the Pure Yang Undying Body, a physical body transcending the limits of the mortal realm, impervious to swords and blades, water and fire, and unbreakable by magic; his physical defense was unparalleled among his peers.

He carried no divine weapons, bare-handed, his bare fists enough to dominate the Northern Region, intimidating cultivators of all races. His fists

were covered with calluses and old scars of varying depths, each scar a medal left from cross-border battles and life-or-death struggles, witnessing the demise of countless enemies beneath his fists.

This man was none other than the strongest physical warrior under the Divine Race—the Mighty Warrior.

He specialized in the Pure Yang Undying Supreme Physical Body Technique, refusing to take shortcuts through spiritual energy and magic, focusing solely on tempering his physique.

In close-quarters combat, no one of his rank could withstand three punches from him; his physical strength was unparalleled in the entire Northern Frontier Divine Clan territory.

The warrior’s eyes, sharp as unsheathed blades, swept across the vast, desolate wasteland.

Piercing through the howling wind, he precisely locked onto a faint white light flickering on the distant horizon, a haughty and cold smile playing on his lips.

Then, his voice, deep and resonant, carried an imposing aura: “They’ve arrived. These ignorant remnants of the rebel army, they really dare to venture alone into my Northern Underworld Prison.” On the right stood a figure completely opposite, slender and thin, with an upright posture but lacking any fierceness.

His face was sinister and cold, his skin as pale as if he had never seen the sun in years, devoid of any color. A single glance evoked a chilling aura, instilling wariness.

In his hand, he lightly gripped an ancient whisk, its white bristles fine and resilient, remaining perfectly still and unwavering despite the howling winds of the desolate plains. This was no ordinary object.

It was the ancient treasure, the Heaven-Binding Whisk, specifically designed for setting up formations to trap enemies, seal their souls, and aid in combat; its power was unfathomable.

A strange, flowing silver light swirled around him, his aura cold and malevolent, not the orthodox holy light of the divine race, but rather his unique, centuries-old, illusory killing power.

Specializing in disrupting the soul, confusing the mind, and severing spiritual consciousness, it could silently dismantle an opponent’s mind, killing without bloodshed, ruthless and vicious beyond measure.

This man was the divine race’s trump card—the Wise Warrior.

Also firmly established at the peak of the ninth rank of the True Immortal Realm, he was not adept at close-quarters combat, but was proficient in ancient trapping and killing formations and deadly illusionary formations, capable of setting up elaborate

schemes over vast distances and manipulating people’s hearts. He excelled at using formations to trap and kill hordes of enemies, silently annihilating invading armies, treacherous and cunning, making him impossible to defend against.

The Wise General’s eyes were as deep as an abyss, filled with layers of calculation, showing no trace of emotion.

At this moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing at the white pillar of light that was constantly approaching on the distant horizon, a cold and chilling smile slowly curving his lips, killing intent hidden in his heart.

“I had already predicted the enemy’s marching route, and spent three days and three nights in advance, using my own divine soul as the guide, spiritual power as the foundation, and the

evil energy of heaven and earth as the auxiliary material, to set up a nine-layered linked trapping and killing formation.” The Wise General flicked his wrist, and the Heaven-Binding Horsetail whisk slowly swung, instantly revealing dense, continuous, and eerie silver array patterns beneath the ground.

The array patterns writhed and moved slowly like living things, a chilling, murderous aura constantly rising and enveloping the entire outer wasteland.

“The nine-layered array extends from the outer wasteland all the way to the prison gate entrance, interlocking and mutually reinforcing, forming a unified offense and defense.

Once these people step into the array’s range, they’ve walked into a trap, with no way to escape. They are destined to perish here today.”

The powerful warrior glanced sideways, snorted coldly, and said with a hint of disdain, “A mere nine-layered array is making a mountain out of a molehill.

A bunch of rogue cultivators and rebels, a rabble. Why do you need to go to such lengths to set up an array? I can crush them all with my bare fists and slaughter them all.”

The Wise Warrior shook his head slightly, his expression unusually grave, his tone serious, devoid of his usual composure: “We must not underestimate them. The Shadow Warrior, despite his formidable strength, still perished at the hands of Kai and his group;

the successive breaches of the heavily fortified Crimson Flame Prison and Black Rock Prison, with their annihilated defenders, are no accident.

This group is courageous and resourceful, possesses considerable combat power, and is further aided by a strange primal force. To underestimate them is to invite destruction.”

Behind the two, three thousand elite armored warriors of the Divine Race were already arrayed, their military bearing impeccable, their aura overwhelming.

A continuous expanse of golden, orthodox holy light emanated from them, converging into a dazzling sea of ​​light, illuminating the dark wasteland and dispelling most of the chilling malevolent aura.

The warriors wielded various divine weapons: longswords with sharp edges, spears pointing forward, and heavy, ferocious battle axes, all enveloped in holy light, gleaming with a deadly chill, exuding a chilling killing intent.

The entire force breathed in unison, their steps synchronized, their minds focused, their fighting spirit taut. They awaited only the command to charge forth and annihilate the invading enemy.

The biting winds of the wasteland howled, whipping up fine, dark red sand that slammed against their hard armor with a piercing rustling sound.

Silence reigned, broken only by the wind’s whisper, the air thick with killing intent, making it hard to breathe.

Everyone present knew perfectly well that this decisive battle—no need for further probing, no need for pleasantries—was a battle to the death, a fight to the death that would determine the fate of the Northern Frontier and the survival of all races.

A white pillar of light suddenly plummeted from the sky, landing precisely a hundred feet from the entrance to the Northern Underworld Prison on the open wasteland, avoiding the coverage of the frontline restrictions.

The dazzling white light vanished abruptly, revealing over a thousand figures standing firmly on the dark red frozen earth, their auras concentrated, their formation intact. They had taken their positions the instant they landed, ready for battle.

The biting wind of the wasteland was fierce and piercing, like ice blades cutting into the skin, seeping into the bones through the seams of their robes, chilling them to the bone.

But every cultivator present had their blood surging, their fighting spirit boiling, their chests burning with heat, and not a trace of cold could penetrate their minds.

No one feared battle, no one retreated, no one had any thought of retreating; their gazes were all fixed on the divine army and the two top generals ahead.

Kai stood alone at the very front of the army, his blue robe fluttering in the gale, his posture upright as a pine tree, as steady as Mount Tai.

His gaze was calm and unwavering as he slowly scanned the entire scene, but his eyes concealed a thunderous fighting spirit.

His gaze swept over the three thousand elite divine warriors who were on high alert and protected by holy light, over the layers of holy light restrictions that concealed killing intent, and finally landed precisely on the two warriors, the strength warrior and the wisdom warrior, at the entrance of the passage. In his mind, he quickly predicted the battle situation and deduced his countermeasures.

Both top-tier combatants were at the peak of the ninth rank of True Immortal Realm, half a step towards perfection. Their combat power was formidable, each possessing unique strengths, complementing each other perfectly, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

Kai’s voice was calm and even, without the slightest inflection. His instructions were clear, and the division of labor precise: “Xue Lan, you focus on the strategist general wielding the whisk

. Break his formation, disturb his soul, and suppress him at close range. No need for prolonged combat; just hold him off and wait for an opportunity to kill him. As for the physical powerhouse general, his fists are domineering, and his physical strength is unmatched. Leave that to me alone.”

Jiang Xue Lan stood quietly beside him, dressed in white, her figure aloof and cold, her eyes sharp as icy blades.

Hearing this, no further words were needed; she simply nodded slightly, their understanding perfect.

With a slight movement of her fingertips, the Ice God Sword was drawn, a chilling, icy blue light instantly flowing across its blade, an extreme cold aura spreading outwards, freezing the surrounding winds.

The essence of the Ice God Armor within her body quietly gathered, condensing within her dantian. With a mere thought, it could instantly protect her, providing both offense and defense, giving her immense confidence.

After inheriting the complete Ice God’s legacy, her divine soul, spiritual power, and the laws of ice were all enhanced, making her more than capable of contending with the Wise Warriors.

Elder Qingxuan stepped forward, his expression solemn, and in a deep voice coordinated the overall command: “The rest of you, follow me in a frontal charge, forcefully break through the outer restrictions, tear apart the divine race’s defenses, and head straight for the prison gates to rescue the people.

Do not linger with the miscellaneous soldiers along the way, do not greedily engage in battle, prioritize breaking through the formations and clearing the way. The sooner we rescue our trapped comrades, the higher our chances of victory.”

Lin Yuan gripped his longsword tightly, channeling his spiritual power into the hilt. Pure, pale golden spiritual power flowed along the blade, causing the blade’s light to surge, its sharpness overwhelming.

His gaze was fixed on the dark prison gate passage ahead, his chest heaving violently. The anger, worry, and frustration that had been building up for days gathered in his heart, awaiting the order to charge.

Countless kinsmen and comrades have been imprisoned and tortured, and today is finally the day of their rescue. He has long been unable to suppress his killing intent.

No need for much mobilization, no need for excessive encouragement. Hatred is before him, his compatriots are behind him, there is no way out but to fight to the death.
“All troops, heed my command—Kill!”

A battle cry echoed across the desolate plains, tearing through the cold wind and reverberating throughout the land.

Kai took a step forward, his figure charging ahead like a streak of purple light, leading the charge against two top-tier experts without the slightest fear.

Kai’s attack was at its peak from the start, leaving no room for probing, rushing to the battlefield at full speed.

The void beneath his feet instantly shattered, tiny fragments of space scattering in all directions, the air currents violently twisting.

His entire being enveloped in a vast, chaotic power, transforming into a condensed, ultra-pure purple streak, hurtling through

the air, heading straight for the powerful generals, locking onto them for a fight to the death, refusing to detour. The Dragon-Slaying Sword was drawn in response, its clanging sound deafening, soaring into the sky.

A raging purple chaotic flame erupted from the sword’s blade, the flames domineering and intensely hot, scorching the void, twisting the air currents, the temperature terrifyingly high.

The cold wind within several feet was instantly incinerated, the frozen ground slightly blackened by the heatwave.

The Chaotic Flame Origin, capable of suppressing all orthodox spiritual power and divine/demonic power, was Kai’s greatest asset in resisting powerful enemies.

Seeing this, the warrior remained calm, neither dodging nor retreating, but a fervent fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

He loved head-on confrontations above all else; the stronger the opponent, the more it ignited the ferocity within him.

Suddenly, he raised his right arm, gathering immense power, his dark golden pure Yang Origin energy frantically converging at his fist. The fist’s surface shone with golden light, becoming dense, powerful, and utterly domineering.

A massive, mountain-crushing fist force erupted, a direct punch aimed straight at Kai’s vital point.

No fancy moves, no flanking maneuvers, just a pure, extreme clash of power—the most primal and the most dangerous.

The next instant, sword and fist collided with a deafening roar, their Origin Forces clashing violently.

Boom—!!!

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, the sound waves sweeping across a radius of a hundred feet, causing eardrums to buzz and minds to tremble.

The purple chaotic flames and the dark golden pure yang fist energy collided violently, the two supreme forces eroding, crushing, and annihilating each other. The violent shockwaves rolled and swept outwards, cracking the frozen ground layer by layer, the fissures crisscrossing like a spiderweb.

Centered on the point of impact, a radius of several dozen feet of thick frozen ground was instantly ripped away, large chunks of rock and dark red soil flying in all directions like cannonballs, with immense destructive power. Even the surrounding divine race soldiers watching were forced to retreat.

Kai retreated three steps, each step leaving deep footprints in the hard frozen ground. The edges of the footprints were instantly scorched black by the chaotic heat, a horrifying sight.

His tiger’s mouth throbbed violently, the meridians in his arm trembled uncontrollably, his blood surged and flowed in reverse, and his chest felt a dull ache. A heavy force rebounded from the sword, consuming his entire body.

In contrast, the Mighty Warrior stood firm as a mountain, unmoved, yet the ground beneath his feet cracked open with several wide, deep fissures spreading outwards.

A genuine admiration flashed in his eyes, and his gaze towards Kai became more respectful, no longer entirely dismissive.

“A True Immortal Realm third rank cultivator, yet you withstood seventy percent of my Pure Yang Fist power without serious injury or being sent flying. Your physical body and spiritual power are both commendable.”

The Mighty Warrior’s voice boomed like thunder, his rough, cold laughter echoing, “No wonder that piece of trash like Shadow Warrior died at your hands. Unfortunately, you’ve met me today, not him. Today, you are doomed.”

Before his words even finished, the Mighty Warrior suddenly took a step forward, the ground beneath his feet exploding with a deafening roar, sending rubble flying.

His entire being transformed into a heavy, dark golden meteor, carrying boundless, domineering power as he charged forward at full speed.

His speed was so extreme that the naked eye could barely follow his trajectory, leaving only a faint golden afterimage. His fist aimed directly at Kai’s vitals, the attack fierce and domineering.

Kai knew that a head-on collision would be disadvantageous, and he would never blindly take the hit.

He suddenly activated his movement technique, channeling chaotic power into his legs, his figure shifting sideways like a ghost, light and agile, avoiding the direct attack.

His swift and graceful movements far surpassed those of the cumbersome Warrior, a natural advantage he had to firmly grasp.

The Warrior’s deadly punch grazed past Kai’s clothes, missing its target before slamming heavily into the thick, frozen earth behind him.

Boom—!

A massive crater, several meters wide and bottomless, instantly formed. The rock and soil at the bottom of the crater were directly melted into a glassy texture by the extreme force and temperature of the punch, gleaming with a dark red, cold light, and hard and piercing to the touch.

Dust and debris billowed into the sky, obscuring half of the view, their power terrifying.

“Quick movements indeed, quite slippery,”

the Warrior General sneered, his fighting spirit intensifying. He immediately unleashed a barrage of punches without pause.

Layers upon layers of fist shadows, like mountains and seas, densely packed, sealed off all of Kai’s escape routes, covering him from all directions, leaving no gaps.

Each punch carried an overwhelming, domineering pure Yang power, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek, the sound waves sending shivers down one’s spine.

Kai trod through the void, his figure flashing like lightning, nimbly maneuvering amidst the overwhelming fist shadows, narrowly avoiding fatal blows.

Simultaneously, his wrist flicked, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword unleashed seven rapid strikes in quick succession. Seven condensed purple chaotic sword beams landed consecutively on the Warrior General’s chest, shoulder, and forearm—a fierce and cunning attack.

However, the sword light only left a shallow white mark on the opponent’s dark golden, hard skin, which was instantly smoothed over by the body’s self-healing power. It didn’t even damage the surface flesh, let alone harm the meridians or the source of life.

Kai understood, and his expression grew serious.

The power of chaos naturally counters the orthodox holy light of the divine race. However, the warrior, who had painstakingly cultivated the Pure Yang Undying Body, relied solely on his physical strength to fight, without any aid from holy light. This perfectly avoided the weakness of the chaotic power’s counter, significantly weakening his own advantage and drastically increasing the difficulty of the battle.

“Useless! All futile efforts!”

The Mighty Warrior laughed wildly, his voice echoing across the wasteland, brimming with arrogance. “My Pure Yang Undying Body, tempered and refined day and night for ten thousand years, is as hard as ancient divine metal, impervious to blades and spears, and untouched by magic!

Even a peak True Immortal Realm expert, at full power, couldn’t possibly harm my bones or muscles! Your Chaos Fire is nothing but a tickle in my eyes!”

Before his laughter subsided, the Mighty Warrior’s aura suddenly surged, his movement speed doubled, and he charged forward with ferocious fury.

Kai couldn’t dodge in time, and could only barely manage to sidestep and block. The opponent’s fist, imbued with the force of ten thousand jin, slammed solidly into the center of his chest.

Bang!

A muffled, deafening sound shook the very soul.

Kai felt an unbearable pain in his chest, as if his sternum had shattered instantly. His internal organs trembled violently, and a surge of violent energy rushed straight to his meridians and dantian, causing his blood and qi to flow wildly backward.

A mouthful of golden cultivator’s essence blood gushed out uncontrollably, sending him flying backward through the air like a kite with a broken string.

He forced himself to steady himself in mid-air, tumbling several times to dissipate the force. After landing, he staggered back more than ten steps before barely managing to regain his balance and avoid falling.

His robes were torn to shreds by the force of the fist, revealing large patches of thick, bluish-purple bruises—a horrifying sight.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, and blood kept dripping from the corner of his mouth, splashing onto the dark red frozen soil, which was particularly glaring.The Warrior General stood still, not seizing the opportunity to pursue. Instead, he leisurely stretched his wrists and muscles, his dark golden skin shimmering with light, his physical aura stable and undamaged.

He swept his gaze contemptuously, his tone full of mockery: “Is this all the meager skill you have? You dare to come and provoke the majesty of my divine race, to launch a forceful attack on the Northern Underworld Prison? Utterly laughable.”

Just as Kai and the Warrior General were locked in a bloody battle, their fists and swords clashing, on the other side of the battlefield, the perilous contest between Jiang Xuelan and the Wise Warrior General had fully commenced, fraught with hidden dangers and fraught with peril.

The Wise Warrior General, throughout his life, never engaged in close combat or brute force; this was a combat instinct ingrained in his bones.

He disdained facing his enemies with swords drawn; his battlefield was never in the open clash of fists and feet, but within formations, illusions, and the depths of the soul—killing without a trace, defeating without a sound, insidious and vicious, impossible to defend against.

Jiang Xuelan knew her opponent was cunning and wouldn’t give him a chance to set up an array, gather strength, or disrupt his mind. She attacked with a full-force killing move.

With a flick of her wrist, the Ice God Sword’s cold light surged, and a highly refined, ice-blue sword beam shot through the air at incredible speed, aiming directly for the Wise General’s throat. The angle was tricky, and the chill was bone-chilling.

Wherever the sword beam passed, the air instantly froze, tiny ice crystals fluttered down, and a chill permeated the surroundings, sealing off the opponent’s escape route.

But just as the sword beam was about to reach him, an invisible silver barrier suddenly appeared in mid-air, shimmering with light and extremely resilient.

A low,

resonant sound rang out as the ice-bound sword beam slammed into the barrier, erupting with blinding light and spreading chilling energy before slowly dissipating, failing to harm the Wise General in the slightest.

The Wise General stood calmly at the core of the array, lightly waving his whisk, his expression composed, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

“The last inheritor of the Ice God lineage, indeed exceptionally talented, your icy divine abilities are truly unparalleled, living up to your reputation.

Unfortunately, once you step into the heart of my nine-layered linked trapping array, you are like a bird in a cage. No matter your combat strength or sword speed, you have nowhere to unleash your power, and can only await your death.”

As his words fell, he suddenly exerted force in his wrist, rapidly waving the Heaven-Binding Whisk, activating the array’s runes.

Illusions arose within the array, the world spun, and the surrounding scenery instantly distorted and changed. The original desolate battlefield transformed into a boundless icy illusion, with countless illusory souls of prisoners who had died tragically in the prison roaring and rushing

towards them, disturbing their minds. Simultaneously, countless silver, sharp blades of light suddenly shot out from all directions, each containing the full killing power of a ninth-grade True Immortal, dense as rain, sealing off all directions, all slashing towards Jiang Xuelan’s vital points.

Jiang Xuelan’s expression remained cold and unchanged, her mind steadfast, unaffected by the illusions.

Her Ice God Sword danced swiftly, drawing a thick, perfectly round, ice-blue defensive shield that protected her flawlessly.

Ice crystals condensed on the shield’s surface, its chilling aura shielding her and deflecting all the incoming silver blades with a series of clanging sounds.

However, the blades were too numerous and their attacks relentless.

Cracks rapidly spread across the shield, forming a dense spiderweb pattern, threatening to collapse.

She had to continuously replenish and reinforce it with her spiritual energy, her dantian’s energy rapidly depleting, her meridians aching and weak, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead as the pressure intensified.

“Freeze for a hundred miles, lock the array’s mechanism!”

Jiang Xuelan shouted in a deep voice, unleashing a wide-range ice magic.

A vast, bone-chilling cold wave surged from her body, sweeping across the entire core of the array, instantly spreading in all directions.

The dark red frozen earth beneath her feet instantly froze into thick white frost, layers of ice spreading, and all moisture in the air condensed into ice crystals.

Even the silver array patterns moving across the ground were covered in ice, their speed greatly slowed, weakening the light blade attacks and easing the pressure.

Zhi Zhanjiang frowned slightly, a sense of apprehension rising within him.

He hadn’t expected Jiang Xuelan’s primordial ice-sealing power to directly interfere with the array’s operation and suppress his array-building foundation.

“The ice-sealing technique is indeed exquisite, but unfortunately, your cultivation is a notch below mine.”

A cold glint flashed in Zhi Zhanjiang’s eyes, and with a sudden flick of his whisk, hundreds of silver light points appeared within the array, exploding in mid-air.

They transformed into hundreds of slender silver longswords, densely packed, blotting out the sky, hovering

in mid-air, their killing intent chilling. “Ice can only delay the inevitable, it cannot break the array. Today, you are destined to die here.”

Hundreds of silver longswords simultaneously swooped down, thrusting towards Jiang Xuelan with lightning speed, like a torrential downpour, leaving no way to dodge.

Jiang Xuelan gritted her teeth and focused her mind, fully activating the Ice God’s essence. An ice-blue battle armor instantly appeared on her body, conforming to her form. Ancient runes flowed with a faint light, providing extremely strong protection.

The Ice God’s armor steadily blocked most of the silver longsword’s edge, protecting her vital points, but a few swords still pierced through the gaps in the defense, cutting her skin and leaving fine wounds.

Warm blood slowly seeped out, staining her elegant white dress red, a shocking sight.

Yet her expression remained unchanged; she neither cried out in pain nor retreated, her mind remaining taut. Her Ice God Sword swung ceaselessly, shattering the nearby swords one by one, holding her ground in the formation, refusing to retreat even a single step.

On the main battlefield, the life-or-death struggle between Kai and the Mighty Warrior grew increasingly fierce. The clash of fists and swords never ceased, the killing intent overwhelming.

The Mighty Warrior’s attacks became increasingly violent and ferocious, each punch delivered with full force, crushing everything in its path.

The Pure Yang Undying Body was activated to its peak, its dark golden light blazing brightly, like a blazing sun hanging low in the sky, radiating heat and creating an oppressive atmosphere.

The range of the fist energy expanded, almost sealing off the entire battle area.

No matter how fast Kai’s movements were, he could not completely avoid all the attacks. Sharp fist energies grazed past him, striking his shoulders, arms, ribs, and back, causing increasing bruises and layers of pain.

Golden blood repeatedly spilled from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the dark red frozen earth, staining the ground.

Yet Kai remained standing, his fighting spirit undiminished.

He endured the excruciating pain, his mind highly focused, his eyes fixed on every move of the powerful warrior, patiently searching for any fleeting opening.

He had already grasped the key to the battle: the Warrior’s physical body was invincible, his strength domineering, his defense unbreakable, and his endurance unparalleled—these were his absolute advantages.

However, precisely because he relied too heavily on brute force, his moves were wide-ranging and unrestrained, leaving an extremely brief pause when he retracted his fist and turned.

This pause was imperceptible, something ordinary cultivators couldn’t detect, but Kai’s divine sense far surpassed that of his peers, his perception exceptionally sharp, allowing him to pinpoint it precisely.

Enduring the pain and seizing the opening would offer a chance to turn the tide.
After dozens of intense exchanges, the opportunity finally arrived.

The powerful warrior unleashed another full-force punch, its momentum overwhelming and its power overwhelming all directions. Just as the old force was exhausted and the new force had not yet arisen, and he pulled back his fist to the side, his figure faltered slightly, revealing an opening.

Kai’s eyes narrowed instantly. Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, his figure blurred instantly, leaving only a shadowy afterimage, while his true form ghost-like approached the powerful warrior’s side.

The chaotic fire on the Dragon-Slaying Sword surged wildly, purple flames enveloping the entire blade, scorching hot. The sword’s edge precisely targeted the opponent’s right rib

, the weakest point in the Pure Yang Undying Body’s protective patterns, where the opening for retraction was greatest.

*Thud!

* The sharp blade pierced deep into the flesh, breaking through the hard skin, penetrating the surface fascia, and reaching the internal organs and meridians.

The raging chaotic fire surged wildly into his body through the wound, relentlessly scorching the warrior’s internal organs, meridians, and vital energy. Its destructive power was immense, specifically targeting the very foundation of his physical body.

“Ah—!”

The warrior, writhing in excruciating pain, couldn’t help but let out a deafening roar. The agony was excruciating, shaking his very soul.

He endured the agonizing internal pain, ignoring the sword still embedded in his body, and with a surge of power in his right arm, unleashed a brutal, sweeping punch, slamming it heavily into Kai’s shoulder, sending him flying.

Kai tumbled several times in the air, landing on one knee, panting heavily. His chest heaved with surging blood and qi, a thick bruise now covering his shoulder, his sword-wielding arm trembling slightly—his strength was immensely depleted.

Yet, a faint smile played on his lips, his eyes burning with even greater fighting spirit. He

had effectively broken through Kai’s defenses, injuring his very essence; the advantage in the battle was beginning to shift in his favor.

The warrior stared intently at the bleeding wound on his right side. The charred flesh, continuously burned by the chaotic fire, was healing at a drastically slower pace,

his pure Yang essence constantly leaking out, and his combat power quietly diminishing. His expression was ashen, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, his anger burning fiercely.

“You’ve successfully enraged me. Today, I will tear your flesh apart and crush your soul!”

In his fury, he ripped off his tattered battle robe, revealing his broad chest covered in dark golden primal patterns.

Each pattern was a mark of his primal essence, forged over millennia of physical tempering, containing immense pure Yang power. Now, they all lit up, their light surging like burning flames.

“Pure Yang Undying Body, Second Level—Burning Heaven!”

With a deep command, the warrior’s skin rapidly changed color, from dark gold to crimson, like red-hot iron, scorching hot.

The surrounding temperature soared, the permafrost melted rapidly, steam rose, and moisture in the air evaporated instantly, turning the surrounding area dozens of feet dry and scorching hot, with oppressive heat waves.

His strength, speed, reaction, and explosive power all increased by 50%, doubling his combat power to an terrifying degree.

Kai’s pupils contracted slightly, his mind becoming serious. This was the true combat power that the Mighty Warrior had been holding back; the real battle had only just begun.

With the Heaven-Burning state enhanced, the Mighty Warrior took a step forward, the ground exploding into a huge crater, his figure swooping down like a meteorite, so fast that Kai’s dynamic vision could hardly capture it clearly.

Bang!

A heavy punch struck Kai’s chest precisely, with overwhelming force.

Kai was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, creating a deep, human-shaped crater, his whole body wracked with pain, his blood churning.

He gritted his teeth, supporting himself on his sword as he got up, spitting out another mouthful of golden blood essence, his injuries continuing to worsen.

The relentless attack gave him no respite, pressing forward with a barrage of punches, each powerful enough to shatter mountains and destroy solid rock.

Kai dodged and maneuvered with all his might, yet he was constantly grazed and struck by the fist energy, his body riddled with wounds, his robes torn to shreds, leaving him battered and bruised, writhing in pain.

Even so, he refused to retreat a single step, refusing to surrender.

Kai focused his mind and energy, channeling all the chaotic power in his dantian into the Dragon-Slaying Sword. The sword shone with an intense purple light, the chaotic fire and primordial spiritual power intertwining and fusing to condense into a gigantic purple light sword over ten feet long, its power overwhelming.

“Chaos Annihilation Slash!”

He unleashed a full-force strike, the purple destructive sword light clashing head-on with the crimson, blazing fist energy.

Boom—!

Two supreme forces collided violently, unleashing a ring-shaped shockwave that ripped through the frozen earth, sending hundreds of feet of soil flying and scattering debris and dirt, obscuring the sky in a horrifying spectacle.

Kai was forced back dozens of steps, his tiger’s mouth split open and bleeding, blood dripping from the hilt of his sword, staining the frozen earth red. His meridians ached and throbbed, and his spiritual energy was severely depleted.

The Warrior General was also forced back three steps, his fist scorched black by the chaotic fire, his body throbbing with pain, his very essence damaged.

“You’re severely injured, your spiritual energy depleted, yet your strength is still rising?”

The Warrior General was utterly shocked and incredulous.

Kai didn’t answer, wiping the blood from his mouth, and charged again with his sword.

He no longer dodged or maneuvered, no longer deliberately seeking weaknesses, but directly confronted his opponent head-on, trading injury for injury, risking his life for his life.

With each clash of fist and sword, the chaotic power seized the opportunity to invade his opponent’s body, burning his meridians and essence, continuously weakening the foundation of his Pure Yang Undying Body.

His physical body was inferior to his opponent’s, his spiritual power was less abundant, and his combat experience was slightly less. However, he possessed the unique advantage of the Chaos Origin, which allowed him to overcome all external forces.

As long as he could endure the excruciating pain, withstand the onslaught, and continuously accumulate the erosion damage until his opponent’s origin was exhausted, victory would be his ultimate goal.

Inside the great formation, Jiang Xuelan had been pushed to her limit, her situation extremely perilous.

The silver longswords bombarded her relentlessly like a torrential rain, the light of her Ice God Armor continued to dim, her spiritual power rapidly depleted, her meridians throbbed with unbearable pain, her wounds multiplied, she lost blood and strength, and her stamina plummeted.

Her breathing became rapid, and her figure gradually became unsteady, yet she remained steadfastly within the formation, refusing to retreat even a single step.

The Wise General stood outside the formation, calmly controlling it, his expression cold and smug, like a cat toying with a mouse.

“So what if you inherit the Ice God’s legacy? Alone and trapped, your spiritual energy depleted, you’re doomed.

The divine race will unify the heavens; the tide is irreversible. You rebels are destined to perish in the wasteland, your bones forgotten.”

Jiang Xuelan ignored her, her mind returning to zero, shutting out all external distractions.

She slowly closed her eyes, the Ice God Sword held horizontally before her chest, calmly recalling her inherited memories, searching for the ultimate killing technique of the Ice God lineage.

In the past, during her cultivation, she had only roughly memorized the sword techniques’ incantations, never forcibly activating them, for the cost was too great, depleting her essence and damaging her foundation.

But today, in this desperate situation with no way out, without breaking the formation, she couldn’t rush to Kai’s aid; without breaking the formation, certain death was inevitable. She had no choice but to fight to the death.

In an instant, she suddenly opened her eyes, her icy blue pupils blazing with cold light, revealing her resolute will.

She fully activated the Ice God’s essence within her, pouring all her divine soul power into the sword, causing the chilling aura around her to rise to its peak, and the extreme cold of heaven and earth to converge upon her.

Ancient runes on the Ice God Sword lit up, flowing around its body and echoing the patterns on the Ice God Armor, resonating and radiating immense power.

“Ice God – Eternal Annihilation!”

A cold shout fell, and a sword slashed down, shaking heaven and earth and breaking the formation.

 

A three-foot-long, condensed, ice-blue sword beam pierced the air, seemingly slender, yet containing an extreme, frigid power capable of freezing eternity and sealing all things.

Wherever the sword beam passed, the void frosted, the air currents froze, leaving behind an indelible white ice trail, its chill piercing to the bone.

Silver swords along its path, upon touching the sword beam, instantly shattered into ice crystals;

wandering array patterns, upon touching the sword beam, froze and collapsed, losing their spiritual energy; thick array walls, upon touching the sword beam, collapsed and shattered with a deafening roar, the chill spreading throughout the entire area.

The Wise General’s face turned deathly pale, his mind reeling. He frantically poured all his spiritual energy into activating his whisk, reinforcing the array’s core,

desperately trying to block it. But the ancient Ice God’s ultimate killing move was overwhelmingly powerful, far exceeding the limits of ordinary immortal realm combat strength, and he was utterly powerless to stop it.

The sword beam precisely struck the core of the great array.

Boom—!

The array’s core shattered, the silver light dissipated, and the nine-layered, interconnected trapping array collapsed like shattered glass, vanishing into thin air.

The array was linked to the strategist’s mind; its destruction unleashed a backlash that instantly engulfed him.

His body trembled violently, a sharp pain shooting through his chest. He coughed up a mouthful of golden blood, suffering severe internal injuries, his breathing disordered, and his combat power reduced by thirty percent.

Jiang Xuelan seized the opportunity to break free. Ignoring her own depleted spiritual energy and the excruciating pain in her meridians, she moved with ghostly speed, her Ice God Sword aimed directly at the strategist’s throat: “The array is broken, it’s your turn.”

Close combat was always the strategist’s weakness.

He hastily swung his whisk to block, the clanging of metal against metal piercing the air. He was forced back several steps by the sword, his arm numb, his mind filled with apprehension.

Jiang Xuelan pressed her advantage, her sword speed increasing rapidly. Layers of chilling energy suppressed her, sealing off her retreat and freezing her meridians, forcing the strategist to retreat steadily, forced into a passive defensive posture, utterly powerless to retaliate.

On the front lines of the wasteland, the bloody battle raged for half an hour, both sides exhausted and riddled with wounds, the battle extremely fierce.

The warrior’s infernal state was nearing its end, the crimson color fading from his body, returning to its dark gold hue.

His primordial spiritual power was greatly depleted, dozens of charred wounds on his body burning uncontrollably, golden blood slowly seeping out, his pure yang power continuously draining away, his combat strength plummeting.

Kai’s situation was even more dire, his robes torn, his body covered in wounds and bruises, his left arm fractured and hanging limply, each breath causing excruciating chest pain, his essence and blood repeatedly draining away, his stamina on the verge of collapse.

Yet, the fighting spirit in his eyes remained burning brightly, the purple flames of his Dragon-Slaying Sword never extinguished.

“You’re a madman.”

The warrior gasped for breath, utterly incredulous. “You could have retreated or defended, yet you insisted on fighting head-on, risking your life for injury. Why go through all that?”

Kai wiped the blood from his lips, his smile indifferent yet stubbornly resolute: “Hiding will never win against a strong enemy. Only a fight to the death can break the deadlock.”

With that, he charged again, sword in hand, a purple sword light slashing down.

The warrior gritted his teeth and raised his fist to block, both being forced back, the gap narrowing, the scales of victory tipping.

The warrior knew he couldn’t delay any longer; dragging it out would surely lead to defeat. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he desperately activated his trump card.

Dark gold patterns converged on his chest, his primordial blood burning and depleting.

“Pure Yang Undying Body, Third Level—World Destruction!”

His body suddenly swelled, muscles bulging and veins throbbing, a terrifying, world-destroying pressure sweeping across the land, cracking the earth and crushing rocks into dust.

The warrior’s eyes were bloodshot, his skin pale, and his temperature reached its peak. He gathered his life’s essence, condensing it into a white, world-destroying fist light, intending to end the battle with a single blow and perish together.

Seeing this, Kai neither retreated nor dodged, choosing to fight to the death.

He planted his sword in the ground, formed hand seals, and mobilized all the chaotic essence, chaotic fire, chaotic thunder, and spatial power in his dantian. He combined these four forces into one, unleashing the ultimate profound mystery he had comprehended when breaking through to the third rank of True Immortal.

“Chaos – The Beginning of Heaven and Earth!”

A fist-sized purple ball of light condensed in his palm. Seemingly insignificant, it contained the power of the primordial origin of heaven and earth, trembling the void and oppressing all directions.

The two ultimate forces, one purple and one white, collided with a deafening roar.

There was no loud noise, no violent shockwave, only the two forces devouring, annihilating, battling, and stalemate with each other. The world was silent, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Kai’s meridians tore with excruciating pain, his dantian trembled as if about to burst, and his essence blood gushed out continuously, leaving him on the verge of exhaustion. The Warrior’s life force was rapidly depleting, his body withering, his markings dimming, and his life force fading.

Both roared simultaneously, unleashing their last remaining strength.

The next instant, the sphere of light exploded!

A circular shockwave swept hundreds of feet, shearing away several feet of ground, shattering rocks, overturning tents, and leaving the wasteland in ruins.

Kai crashed heavily into the deep pit, his body wracked with pain and powerless, unable to move, only his eyes remaining bright as he murmured, “I haven’t lost yet, I can’t die.”

The Warrior was slammed against the rock wall, a bloody hole pierced through his chest by chaotic power, his internal organs ruptured, his life force dissipated, and he knelt heavily injured, no longer able to fight.

On the other side, Jiang Xuelan, enduring the backlash from her depleted spiritual energy, once again condensed an icy sword light, severely injuring the Wise Warrior.

The Wise Warrior, his essence blood exhausted and severely injured, was unable to fight any longer, filled with fear and apprehension.

Both generals were severely wounded and rendered powerless. The morale of the elite Divine Race collapsed instantly, their will to fight gone, and they scattered and fled for their lives, no longer daring to fight.

The wise general gritted his teeth and uttered a single word: “Retreat!”

The two generals helped each other up and retreated in a sorry state into the depths of the prison gates, with the remaining soldiers following closely behind. The defensive line completely collapsed.

Kai, enduring the pain, raised his hand to stop the allied forces that wanted to pursue: “No need to pursue. Prioritize rescuing people. Do not cause any unnecessary trouble.”

Elder Qingxuan and Lin Yuan immediately led the charge, breaking through the restrictions and entering the heart of the Northern Underworld Prison.

Old Zhao cleaved the remaining enemies with his battle axe, the tall, thin man used his folding fan to slit throats, the middle-aged man wielded twin swords to kill enemies, and Old Xu held the line to protect the team. The allied forces advanced unstoppably, clearing the way without hindrance.

They reached the third level of the prison, smashed open the prison doors, cut the shackles, and hundreds of prisoners from various races saw the light of day again. With tears in their eyes, they knelt down and kowtowed to express their gratitude.

Kai leaned against the wall, gazing at his compatriots who had regained their freedom. A slight smile played on his lips, and a sense of peace settled in his heart.

This battle had successfully breached the Northern Underworld Prison, rescuing thousands of prisoners.

Yet, he knew clearly in his heart that the powerful enemy was not yet defeated, and the two Supreme Elders of the Divine Race were still in seclusion. The true life-or-death battle was yet to come.

Today was merely the prelude; the subsequent battles would be even more perilous.

As darkness fell, two strange moons hung high in the night sky, one silver and one red, their cold light casting a desolate and

chilling glow over the wasteland. Kai and Jiang Xuelan, supporting each other, covered in blood and grime, walked slowly out of the prison gates.

Behind them followed their rescued compatriots and the orderly allied forces. The procession moved slowly, their steps steady, their hearts filled with hope.
As dawn approached, the last rays of the cold night faded completely from the northern wilderness.

Two strange moons still hung lonely in the sky, one silver and one red, their cold light like knives.

The cold light slanted across the carved skylight of the main hall of the Divine Alliance, streaming straight into the hall.

The light fell on the cold, jade-like bluestone floor tiles, and also on two disheveled figures.

It stung the eyes and the heart.

The Warrior of Strength and the Warrior of Wisdom clung tightly to each other’s arms, their steps heavy and unsteady.

Their robes were torn and tattered, soaked with dark red blood.

Dust and blood clung to their flesh, making them look utterly wretched.

Gone was the former majesty of the top warriors who once commanded the Northern Underworld and dominated the northern frontier.

Every step forward required the expending of their last remaining strength.

Their bodies swayed precariously, as if they would collapse to the ground at any moment.

The once robust and indestructible body of Li Zhan, tempered over millennia, was no longer the mighty warrior it once was.

A gruesome, fist-sized hole pierced through his chest, piercing his entire body.

His flesh was charred and rotting, the meridians along the edges completely carbonized by the chaotic flames.

A foul, acrid stench slowly permeated his surroundings. The once

radiant, pure Yang Undying Body’s original patterns, which adorned his chest and limbs,

were now completely dim and lifeless, as silent as ashes. No

longer could he muster even a trace of pure Yang spiritual power.

His supreme physical body, painstakingly cultivated for millennia, had been shattered at its very foundation by Kai’s chaotic original power.

Like a weathered, utterly broken rock, riddled with holes, its life force constantly draining away.

Arms that could once shatter mountains with a mere gesture now hung limply, trembling slightly.

Every breath aggravated his severe chest injury, the pain excruciating.

He couldn’t help but bend over, gasping for breath.

His once towering, imposing figure was now hunched over, utterly exhausted. He had

even lost the strength to straighten his back.

The Wise Warrior’s situation was no better than the Might Warrior’s; he too was mortally wounded.

His right shoulder was pierced by the Ice God Sword, the wound penetrating, the flesh frozen and scabbed over.

His internal meridians were severed and damaged, his primordial spiritual energy scattered and lost, difficult to gather and circulate.

His left arm was deeply frostbitten by the extreme cold.

The skin was stiff and purple, the chill seeping into his dantian along his meridians.

His entire body was cold and numb, his limbs stiff and sluggish.

His most treasured possession, the Heaven-Binding Dust, which he had relied on throughout his life and used in countless battles, was

now mostly broken and incomplete.

The array’s spiritual light surrounding it had almost completely dissipated, leaving it dim and lifeless.

He could no longer set up even a half-complete trapping and killing array.

The lingering power of the Ice God’s freezing force within him was like a persistent, malignant infection.

It coursed through his meridians, constantly severing his spiritual veins and disturbing his soul.

This caused him great unease, and his spiritual energy flowed sluggishly.

Even raising his hand to pay respects was incredibly difficult

. His once strategic, ruthless eyes

were now bloodshot, filled with lingering fear and apprehension.

Gone was any trace of calculation or composure.

On either side of the hall, layers of divine guards and high-ranking cultivators

stood solemnly on guard. Their gazes all fell upon the two men.

The next second, their faces turned deathly pale, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

A chill ran through them, and even their breathing became unconsciously shallow.

They dared not utter a sound.

The hall was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Only the heavy, labored breathing of the two men echoed slowly in the empty hall.

They had guarded the Alliance Hall for many years.

Every day, they had witnessed the two great generals’ awe-inspiring might and decisive ruthlessness.

They held the northern frontier as a stronghold, steadily suppressing cultivators of all races.

They were always invincible, unstoppable in battle.

When had they ever seen them so battered and bruised, their life force depleted? Peak

ninth-grade True Immortals, the two strongest barriers in the northern region of the Divine Clan Alliance.

They had been brutally beaten, reduced to cripples, and forced to flee back to their heartland in disarray.

Panic, like invisible ice water, instantly seeped into the hearts of every cultivator on duty.

A chill ran through them ,

and unease lingered. Even the two great generals had suffered such a crushing defeat; how terrifying must the invading enemy be?

Had the Divine Clan’s northern frontier defenses completely collapsed?

Countless thoughts surged in their minds, but no one dared to speak, no one dared to move.

At the very top of the hall, a majestic, gilded throne hung high.

Wei Pengkun sat upon it, his posture upright, his aura cold and icy.

Just moments before, he had been lightly tapping the armrest of the throne with his fingertips.

His pace was leisurely and relaxed, his demeanor composed and unhurried.

Every gesture exuded the air of a leader in complete control, a master strategist.

It was as if all the variables in the world were within his calculations, easily manipulated.

But when his sharp gaze swept down,

precisely capturing the pitiful state of the two men, heavily injured, their blood and energy depleted, their

very essence shattered, his fingertips, which had been tapping the armrest, suddenly froze, suspended in mid-air, unable to fall.

His composed aura vanished instantly.

A chilling coldness quietly permeated the hall, making everyone tremble.

Deathly silence, utter deathly silence.

Enveloped in suppressed rage, it enveloped the entire main hall of the divine race.

No one dared to look directly at Wei Pengkun on the throne.

No one dared to break this suffocating silence.

“You… have lost?”

Wei Pengkun spoke slowly, his voice flat and emotionless, revealing no trace of joy or anger.

Yet everyone in the hall clearly sensed it.

Beneath this calm surface, a raging fury was brewing, ready to ignite and destroy everything.

A single misstep could unleash a bloodbath, leaving rivers of blood.

The warrior’s heart sank; he dared not hesitate for a moment.

Enduring excruciating pain, he forced himself to kneel on one knee.

His burly body swayed precariously.

Cold sweat mixed with dark red blood trickled down his forehead,

splashing onto the bluestone floor and leaving damp marks.

His voice was hoarse and dry, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth,

filled with endless humiliation and resentment.

“Alliance Leader, I am incompetent, my command was ineffective, and my fighting strength was insufficient.”

“Northern Underworld Prison has completely fallen, utterly lost.”

“The defending army suffered heavy casualties, and the defensive line has completely collapsed.” ”

I fought desperately to break through the encirclement and only managed to return to the palace in such a sorry state. I beg the Alliance Leader to punish me.”

“Clang—”

Wei Pengkun’s five fingers suddenly gripped the armrest of the throne tightly.

The hard, gilded solid wood armrest creaked instantly, cracks spread, and debris flaked off.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and a raging fire burned in his chest,

almost breaking through his reason and incinerating everything.

Zhi Zhan followed closely behind, kneeling with difficulty.

A chill ran down his spine, his heart filled with lingering fear and apprehension.

He spoke weakly, reporting the truth without daring to conceal anything.

“Alliance Leader, the battle situation has suddenly changed, beyond human control.”

“Kai has successfully broken through his cultivation, stabilizing his True Immortal Realm, Grade Three.”

“The chaotic power within him is becoming increasingly domineering and potent, its destructive power multiplying.”

“It specifically counters the orthodox Holy Light Origin of our Divine Race, making it difficult to contend with.”

“In addition, Jiang Xuelan has fully inherited the legacy of the Ancient Ice God.” ”

She has awakened the complete set of Ice God divine abilities, wielding the Ice God Sword and wearing the Ice God Battle Armor.”

“Her combat power has increased several times over, combining offense and defense, making her unstoppable in breaking formations and killing.” ”

Your subordinate and Li Zhan have exhausted their life’s cultivation and all their trump cards. ”

“We fought to the death for half a day, desperately maneuvering.”

“In the end, we only managed to achieve a draw with both of them.”

“We were powerless to stop the allied forces from breaking out of the prison to rescue people; we were truly powerless to reverse the situation.”A lose-lose situation?”

Wei Pengkun’s lips twitched uncontrollably, a low, cold laugh escaping his lips, chilling to the bone.

“I have assigned you three thousand elite Divine Race armored warriors.”

“Sufficient provisions and excellent weaponry.”

“Plus two peak ninth-rank True Immortal Realm warriors to guard the area.”

“To defend the strategically important and heavily fortified Northern Underworld Prison.”

“And tell me, is it merely a lose-lose situation?”

His questioning voice fell, his oppressive aura sweeping across the entire area.

The Warriors of Strength and Wisdom pressed their foreheads to the cold floor tiles.

They dared not breathe, dared not look up, dared not utter a single word of explanation.

The facts were undeniable: a crushing defeat, inescapable guilt.

Any excuse would be utterly futile.

Wei Pengkun slowly rose, his magnificent golden robe trailing on the ground.

The fabric rustled against the bluestone floor.

Each step he took felt like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of everyone present.

The oppressive atmosphere was suffocating and bone-chilling.

He slowly walked to the two men, looking down at them with cold eyes at their mangled bodies.

His gaze was sharp as an ice blade, piercing straight into their hearts.

Their chests heaved violently as the pent-up anger, frustration, and defeat of the past few days surged forth. They

almost lost their reason and were about to kill on the spot in a fit of rage.

The three Heavenly Prisons had fallen one after another, breached one after another by Kai’s powerful attacks.

His Golden Fierce General and Shadow General had died one after another on the battlefield, losing core combat power.

His spies and agents sent out had all gone missing or perished, resulting in a breakdown in intelligence.

Now, the last two top generals had also returned in a sorry state, seriously wounded, and the northern border barrier was completely shattered.

Step by step, they had retreated, suffering losses time and time again.

Not only had they failed to wipe out the Free Valley rebels, but Kai had become stronger with each battle.

His power had grown increasingly strong, already approaching the heartland of the Divine Clan Alliance, threatening the foundation of the alliance leader.

Such a crushing defeat had caused them to lose face and damage their authority.

How to suppress the cultivators under his command, how to consolidate the rule of the Divine Clan Alliance?

Wei Pengkun took a deep breath, forcibly gritting his teeth to suppress the violent killing intent surging in his heart.

Reason forced his way back.

No matter how intense his anger was, he could not wantonly kill core generals at this moment.

With a formidable enemy at hand, this was the time to use manpower; cutting off his own arm would be a loss.

The killing intent was hidden in his heart, to be settled later.

“Strategist.” He suppressed his anger, his voice returning to its cold calm.

From the shadows to the side, Zhuge Ming quickly stepped out, bowing.

Dressed in a blue scholar’s robe, his expression solemn and dignified, he bowed respectfully, awaiting orders.

“Alliance Leader.”

“Issue the order throughout the entire region.” Wei Pengkun said coldly.

“The entire territory under the jurisdiction of the Divine Alliance shall immediately enter the highest level of wartime alert.”

“All patrolling scouts, garrisoned cultivators, and border patrol teams,

regardless of distance or post, shall immediately retreat at full speed to the main hall in the heart of the territory.”

“No delay is permitted.” ”

All defensive restrictions, deadly arrays, and holy light barriers throughout the territory shall be activated at full power.”

“Layer upon layer, sealing off all entrances and exits.”

“Without my personal order, no one shall enter or leave the Alliance territory.”

“No one shall engage in battle without authorization; those who disobey will be executed immediately, and their entire clan will be implicated.” ”

Your subordinate obeys. The message will be relayed throughout the territory immediately.” Zhuge Ming bowed and accepted the order.

“And one more thing.” Wei Pengkun’s gaze returned to the two kneeling figures.

“Take them both away and send them to their private healing chamber.”

“Use high-grade divine pills and primordial spirit liquid to heal them with all your might.”

“Once they are fully healed, they must immediately return to the Northern Frontier and guard the border fortress.”

“They must atone for their crimes through meritorious service; there must be no mistakes or shirking of responsibility.”

The two warriors, Li Zhan and Zhi Zhan, were simultaneously stunned, utterly astonished.

They had expected a crushing defeat and severe punishment. At

best, their cultivation would be crippled; at worst, they would be executed on the spot to uphold military law.

Unexpectedly, the Alliance Leader had shown no remorse, even granting them resources for healing and allowing them to remain to guard the border.

Overjoyed, they were filled with remorse and even greater awe and submission.

The two immediately kowtowed deeply, their voices hoarse, their hearts filled with sincerity.

“Thank you for sparing our lives

, Alliance Leader!” “We will fight to the death to defend the Northern Frontier and atone for our crimes through meritorious service.”

“We swear to be loyal to the Alliance Leader to the death and will never betray your trust!”

Wei Pengkun didn’t even glance at the two, turning and slowly walking back to the gilded throne.

He silently sat down.

His fingertips lifted again, gently tapping the armrest.

One tap, then another, the rhythm slow and muffled.

Like an ancient death knell counting down, it tolled, instilling unease and apprehension throughout the room.

“Strategist, speak frankly. How should we proceed in dealing with Kai’s rebel army?”

Wei Pengkun asked in a deep voice.

Zhuge Ming stepped forward, his voice low and thoughtful, his analysis clear and logical.

“Alliance Leader, in my assessment,” ”

Although Kai and his group have won consecutive victories, breaking through three Heavenly Prisons and gaining great momentum,”

“they have also paid a heavy price, suffering severe damage.”

“Last night, in the bloody battle at the Northern Underworld Prison, Kai was severely injured, his chest meridians were damaged.”

“His bones are fractured and his internal injuries are difficult to heal.” ”

Jiang Xuelan forcibly activated the Ice God’s ultimate killing move, damaging her soul and depleting her spiritual power.”

“The two of them are simply unable to fight again in the short term, their combat strength is less than three-tenths.”

“They would never dare to rashly invade the heartland of the Divine Clan Alliance.”

“Currently, our heartland is safe, there is no need to rush to take the initiative.”

“Wouldn’t dare?” Wei Pengkun’s lips curled into a cold sneer.

“He even dared to launch a strong attack on three heavily guarded Heavenly Prisons.”

“He even dared to slaughter my own generals.”

“Is there anything in this world that he wouldn’t dare to do?”

Zhuge Ming gently shook his head, a deep calculation flashing in his eyes.

“Alliance Leader, the core issue right now isn’t Kai, but time.”

“The two Supreme Elders are in seclusion, striving to break through to the Golden Immortal realm, and have reached the final stage.”

“They are only one step away from success.”

“As long as these two Golden Immortal experts successfully emerge and oversee the Northern Frontier,” ”

no matter how domineering Kai’s chaotic power is, no matter how outstanding his talent,” ”

his mere True Immortal cultivation is ultimately like an ant trying to shake a tree, utterly vulnerable.”

“The gap between Golden Immortal and True Immortal is insurmountable, a difference in fundamental level.”

“It cannot be bridged by secret techniques, divine weapons, or talent.”

Wei Pengkun’s fingers paused slightly, his eyes darkening, and he remained silent in contemplation.

“My only plan is to hold out and wait for them to emerge,” Zhuge Ming said firmly.

“Contract the outer defenses across the board, abandoning remote outposts.”

“All forces should concentrate in the heartland, holding the main hall fortress.”

“Avoid pointless engagements with Kai’s remaining troops, do not initiate battle, only defend and do not attack.”

“Hold on for as long as possible, until the two Supreme Elders emerge from their seclusion.” ”

That will be the day Kai is destroyed, Free Valley is razed, and future troubles are eliminated forever.”

Inside the main hall, only the dull sound of fingertips tapping the armrest

echoed endlessly, oppressive and suffocating.

Wei Pengkun remained silent for a long time, his eyes filled with murderous intent, weighing the pros and cons.

Finally, he made a solemn decision.

“Good. Issue the order as you said.”

“Contract the entire army’s defenses, hold the line, strictly blockade the entire area, and defend the heartland to the death.”

“Monitor all movements in Free Valley around the clock, and report back immediately at the slightest sign of trouble.”

“No delays allowed.”

“Your subordinate obeys.” Zhuge Ming bowed and withdrew, immediately coordinating all forces in the area.

Wei Pengkun leaned back on his throne, slowly closing his eyes.

His fingertips continued to tap lightly on the armrest.

Outside the window, two strange moons shone coldly, the night was deep, and a chill permeated the palace.

He muttered to himself, his voice light, yet full of sinister resolve.

“Kai, you destroyed three of my Heavenly Prisons and killed two of my trusted generals.”

“You lost countless elites of my divine race. This blood debt, I will remember.”

“You may be smug for a few days, I have no hurry.”

“But remember, you will never win.”

“The final winner in this world is destined to be the divine race, destined to be me.”