I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 717 - 517: Demon Heart Unbound, Desperate Plight (Part 3)
Lan took a deep breath, his shoulders bore the responsibility of revitalizing the Ice God Race, so this heavy burden could only be shouldered by the Four Divine Beasts.
“Then… I entrust it to you.”
“For the Ice God Race!” roared Xiong, its snow-white fur suddenly dyed crimson, the burning essence blood burst with a heated aura, breaking through the cold air. Its front paw struck the ground, ice shards mixed with blood mist steamed, its body size increased by thirty percent, charging towards Mogalo with thunderous momentum.
The Ice Crystal Phoenix shook its twin wings, its tail feathers turning into blazing ice flames, each feather transformed into a burning blade, diving down and forcing the dark aura to retreat.
The Spirit Deer’s antlers cracked, golden essence blood flowed along the lines, it raised its head and neighed, the enhanced spiritual light exploded several times, not only protecting its companions but also forming golden chains around Mogalo.
The armored beast infused its shell with essence blood, its iron-like armor surface shimmered with a blood-colored glow, crashing into Mogalo like a cannonball, forcibly withstanding a strike from its claws, the shell cracked yet fiercely clamped onto the arm.
The Four Divine Beasts cooperated seamlessly, the burning essence blood significantly elevating their combat power. Xiong’s thunderous punch made Mogalo’s body sway, the Phoenix’s ice flames scorched its scales, the Spirit Deer’s chains restricted its movement, while the armored beast seized the opportunity to tear open a wound.
Mogalo roared furiously, the black aura madly counterattacked but was blocked by the barrier erected with essence blood by the Four Divine Beasts.
Amid the blood mist, their figures lightly faded, yet showed no intention of retreating—this was their final battle after a millennium of guardianship, even if they exhaust their divine souls, they aim to fulfill their mission.
Lan stood atop an ancient tree, his fingertips whitened from exertion, the Ice Seal Order in his palm was burning. He watched the bloodied figures of the Divine Beasts, a look of sorrow appearing in his cold eyes.
Under the desperate assault of the Four Divine Beasts, Mogalo was firmly suppressed, its momentum waned, but there was no panic in his eyes, only the same coldness as ever.
His gaze swept over Lan on the ancient tree—that Ice Seal Order was glowing with increasingly brighter blue light, the vast stream of spiritual energy was being continuously injected into it.
“Trying to recharge the Frozen Throne?” Mogalo suddenly sneered, the idea was good, but unfortunately, it was still too late.
BOOM—!!!
A huge explosion far surpassing the previous ones came from the depths of the iceberg, as if struck by a colossal hammer, the outer ice layer instantly fragmented, countless ice shards fell like torrential rain.
Accompanied by the crisp sounds of shattering ice shards, at the core of the iceberg, a throne entirely cast from ice crystal gradually revealed itself—it was the Frozen Throne!
The throne’s surface was inscribed with ancient runes still gleaming, its base resplendent with golden light, enveloping the black heart below.
Every beat of that heart caused the ice surface to hum with vibrations, the golden light covering it was stretched thinner and thinner, resembling a gold foil about to shatter.
Strands of black Demonic Qi emerged from the throne’s cracks, coalescing into twisted tendrils in mid-air, while those cracks were spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye, the previously fine lines had widened into finger-width gaps.
The heart’s beating grew increasingly powerful, each pulse could trigger the magical energy of the world, causing Mogalo high in the sky to let out a satisfied low moan.
“Do you see it?”
Mogalo’s crimson eyes swept over Lan, the black aura suddenly surged, forcibly deflecting Xiong’s thunderous punch, a cold smile playing at the corner of his mouth: “You can’t stop me!”
The figures of the Four Divine Beasts grew increasingly ethereal, blood droplets seeping from Xiong’s front paw, the Phoenix’s tail feathers fell to the ice surface and turned into ice crystal, yet they still clung to Mogalo tenaciously—even burning their last ounce of essence blood, they aimed to drag him down.
Lan’s spiritual energy infusion speed increased even more, the blue light of the Ice Seal Order nearly solidifying into substance, but he clearly sensed the weakening connection with the Frozen Throne, the only feedback from the throne growing ever stronger was a “sense of collapse”.
He looked up, and on the surface of that black heart appeared a blurry human face, grinning ferociously at him.
“It’s over…”
At the edge of the battlefield, a Tier Six Spiritualist murmured, his face pale as paper.
Ji Taiyan clenched his fists, dragon energy swirling around him but to no avail, everyone’s gaze was fixed on the crumbling Frozen Throne, their hearts sinking into despair.
At this moment, Qin Tian’s gaze fell on the shattered cracks of the Frozen Throne, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind.
Perhaps, there’s still a chance~
