I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 713 - 516: Going All Out, Shocking the Crowd

The atmosphere before the ancient ice spirit tree was suffocatingly heavy.

What kind of terrifying existence could hundreds of Tier Seven demons fused into one be?

Tier Nine half-god?

If it were truly a Tier Nine half-god, one hand would be enough to crush everyone present.

At this moment, even Ji Taiyan’s heart was pounding nervously, his gaze instinctively turning to one person.

Qin Tian

Right now, perhaps only Qin Tian’s spatial teleportation was the sole means of survival.

Just as despair drowned everyone’s hearts like a tide, Lan moved.

The blue light in his palm suddenly surged, and as he lightly lifted the hand holding the Ice Seal Order, the runes on the token instantly came to life, issuing a clear phoenix call.

The next second, the towering ice mountain behind shook violently, the thunderous sound of cracking ice echoed throughout the ice abyss, and an extreme chill enveloped by majestic heavenly power descended—air instantly froze into ice, and the ice surfaces under everyone’s feet layered into frost, nearly freezing the spiritual energy from operating.

This force was too terrifying, everyone felt as if pressed down by an invisible giant hand, unable to move, only able to watch helplessly as the column of extreme cold light dashed straight towards the black tide.

They could clearly sense that the target of this pressure was not themselves, but the ominous figure in mid-air.

“Crack, crack, crack—”

Light popping sounds continuously came from within the black tide, like ice shards breaking, or bones snapping.

The black torrent twisted and contracted violently, its originally cohesive form becoming chaotic, with streams of black gas frozen into ice chips falling down.

Moments later, most of the black tide dissipated, revealing the man’s eerie, cold face—his skin surface was covered with a layer of white frost, his crimson eyes fixated on Lan, the killing intent nearly materializing.

“Mojaro, there’s no use wasting your strength.” Lan stood atop the ancient tree, voice calm, “The Ice Seal Throne is indestructible; your body will never be able to merge extensively.”

“Hmph.”

An icy and piercing snort came from mid-air, and the next moment, the remnants of black tide surrounding Mojaro fell like torrential rain, condensing back into the form of demons upon hitting the ground, though their numbers were nearly halved, their aura significantly weakened.

Though unable to understand Lan’s words, everyone could perceive the shift in the situation—the terrifying fusion of black tide was disrupted!

They couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, unwittingly, many had their backs soaked in cold sweat.

At this moment, the towering ice mountain behind suddenly split open with a giant crack, four beams of light shot out, carrying a piercing chill and landing around the ancient ice spirit tree.

As the light faded, the figures of Ice Crystal Phoenix, White Xiong, Spirit Deer, and the Armored Beast came into view—the aura of Tier Eight Divine Beasts radiating from their imposing forms expanded like substance, pressuring the Empire’s talents into breathlessness.

“Tier Eight Spirit Beasts!” Ji Taiyan’s pupils shrank, he hadn’t expected there to be four Tier Eight Spirit Beasts within this treasure vault, and judging by their positioning, these beasts seemed to regard the strikingly attractive, mysterious figure as their leader.

Just what identity does this person have?

Are they a surviving member of the Ice God Race?

And was their opponent the culprit responsible for the Ice God Race’s downfall?

“Demon creatures, Divine Beasts, mysterious powerful figures… just how many secrets does this vault hide?”

Apart from Ji Taiyan, everyone couldn’t help letting their imaginations run wild.

“You all…” Mojaro’s scarlet eyes swept over the four Divine Beasts, his killing intent growing stronger.

These beasts had been suppressing his heart all along.

Boom!

Not waiting for Mojaro to act, the White Xiong initiated the attack, its massive body leaping up, and at the instant its paw struck down, lightning and frost intertwined into a net, blue arcs wrapped around icy spikes, raining down towards Mojaro.

The Ice Crystal Phoenix followed closely, its wings flaring, countless ice-blue fiery arrow feathers shot out, freezing the air into tiny ice particles.

Spirit Deer danced upon ice blossoms, its antlers bursting with light, a pale golden binding beam shot directly at Mojaro, attempting to restrict his movement.

The Armored Beast charged like a cannonball, its iron-like shell aiming straight for Mojaro’s lower body.

The four Divine Beasts cooperated seamlessly, their attacks enveloping Mojaro completely, showcasing their Tier Eight prowess.

“Insignificant tricks.”

Mojaro snorted coldly, dark gas around him forming into a shield, absorbing all attacks directly.

The ice flames burned on the dark shield but couldn’t penetrate in the slightest; lightning struck the shield’s surface, only stirring ripples; the binding beam was directly devoured by the dark gas.

With a casual wave, he sent out a dark air blade, forcing the four Divine Beasts to retreat simultaneously.

Upon witnessing this, everyone’s expressions changed, to think the power of Tier Eight Divine Beasts was repelled so effortlessly—just how strong is this man?

At this time, Lan took action.

Holding a magic staff, he tapped lightly, the Tier Eight aura around him suddenly spread, a purer Power of Ice compared to the four Divine Beasts flowed from the top of the staff, instantly coalescing into a flood of ice crystals several dozen meters thick, the temperature at the heart of the flood dropping to the extreme, causing space itself to emit freezing white light.

“This Power of Ice…”

Among the Leng Family, Leng Qingqiu sharply raised her head, eyes filled with astonishment.

As the Leng Family member with the highest talent present, her perception of the Power of Ice far surpassed the average person, though the mysterious figure’s power lacked the Leng Family’s soul-eroding Extreme Cold Power, its purity and extreme low temperature surpassed it.

Never before had she encountered such a situation.

The flood of ice crystals, with the sound of ripping through air, charged towards Mojaro.

This time, Mojaro’s face finally showed a look of solemnity, his hands rapidly forming seals, dark gas frantically converging to form a black shield thicker than before.