He Ao lifted his head, looking at the blood splashing ahead, the chaotic crowd, and the giants traversing through the people like wild beasts.
Eventually, his gaze fell on the innermost part of the battlefield, on the majestic high platform, and the magnificent palace that seed to be in the clouds.
He lifted his foot and began to move forward slowly.
With one step forward, he covered several dozen ters.
A giant saw his figure and lunged forward, only to be pierced by the cold sword light before touching the ground. His figure was suspended in mid-air, transforming into a massive ice sculpture, then filled with cracks.
By that mont, He Ao had already taken his second step.
A new giant appeared in front of him and was pierced by the ice sword laced with chill.
BOOM—
At that mont, the first giant turned into an ice sculpture and collapsed with a thundering crash, turning into chaotic ice crystals falling from the sky to form a pile of ice mixed with flesh.
The entire battlefield fell silent at this mont; every fighting figure stopped moving and looked at the giants turning into ice sculptures and then shattering.
Third step, fourth step, fifth step, sixth step
These gentle footsteps resembled death’s death knell, ringing under the scorching sunlight and upon the towering platform.
With each step He Ao took forward, a giant was killed, turning into shattered ice crystals.
He took seven steps, reaching the magnificent high platform, the eighth giant crumbling before him, scattering into piles of stacked ice crystals.
He lifted his head, looking at the high platform before him.
Then, he took a step forward.
The densely packed steps, the towering platform reaching into the clouds, seed to shrink into a model of sand and soil before him, crossed with ease.
This step took him directly across the span of the platform, instantly appearing on top of it.
A giant wielding a stone axe blocked the high palace doors, looking at He Ao who appeared before him, he raised the giant axe and fiercely swung it toward He Ao’s neck.
At that very mont, the cold sword light had already pierced through his body.
Fine ice crystals spread around from his wound.
He Ao was about to lift his foot into the palace when he seed to notice sothing, lifted his head, and looked at the stone axe giant before him.
The stone axe giant was turning his head to look at him, as if preparing to say sothing.
Faced with He Ao’s gaze, the giant slowly opened his mouth, staring at He Ao and letting out a beast-like hoarse roar, "Are you... a wizard?"
He Ao looked up at him, speaking calmly, "I am not."
The giant fell silent, lowering his head, with dense ice crystals swiftly spreading along his body.
"But what you’re looking for a wizard to do," He Ao withdrew his gaze, stepping forward into the palace, "I can also do."
The giant’s lowered head suddenly lifted, but He Ao had already disappeared. He blankly stared at the front, at the battlefield shrouded below.
On that vast battlefield, between heaps of colossal ice crystals, both the fully ard soldiers and the frail and hunched figures were lifting their heads, watching everything above.
The world was so silent, only the scorching wind swept across the lifeless land.
The covering ice crystals completely solidified the stone axe giant, turning him into a towering ice sculpture.
He Ao’s figure passed through the stacked buildings, entering the deepest part of the palace.
Vaguely, he felt as if there was so inexplicable connection between heaven and earth, attaching itself to him.
In this desolate Gobi desert, no one had seen a wizard, and they didn’t know what a true wizard was.
They only hoped for a ’Wizard’ to co down from the sky and end the rule of the stonemasons.
As for whether that ’Wizard’ was a true wizard or not, it didn’t matter.
He Ao lifted his foot, crossing the tall palace gates, stepping onto the floor paved with red agate and erald.
The slender figure sitting at the deepest part of the palace slightly raised his head, looking at He Ao entering the palace, a slight smile forming at the corner of his mouth, "Hello, traveler from afar."
The eight giant stone stools standing in front of him suddenly separated to the sides, creating a wide pathway between him and He Ao.
He calmly sat up straight, smiling as he looked at He Ao, "It’s been many years since a traveler from afar ca here, and many years since anyone entered my palace in this manner."
His gaze lowered, eyes flickering with pure white brilliance as he looked at He Ao, "So, traveler from afar, what do you need?"
He Ao opened his palm, the cold shimring light fell into his hand and transford into a long Ice Knight Sword, which he gently held. He calmly looked at the stonemason, "I’m here to borrow your Fountain of Youth."
"Very well," the stonemason smiled while looking at him, and tentacles extended from the floor, each one wrapping around a crystal bottle containing a translucent liquid, "The thing I have in abundance here is the Fountain of Youth; each bottle can grant immortality."
"That’s great," He Ao said with a smile as he looked at the crystal bottles, "but I might need a bit more than usual."
"How much do you need?" The stonemason’s gaze slightly lowered.
"All of it." He Ao smiled.
"Then there’s nothing to discuss?" The stonemason’s figure slowly sat upright, with no change in the smile on his face.
At that mont, countless tentacles suddenly erged from the ground, rushing towards He Ao.
But He Ao ignored the tentacles, gripping his ice sword, directing the sword light downward, and slicing forcefully.
The gem-encrusted floor was directly cut open by him, revealing the ghastly wriggling flesh beneath.
Instantly, the power of the ice spread down along the flesh, fine frost rapidly covering the flesh.
The tentacles surging from all directions, together with the ’stonemason’ sitting on the golden high-back chair, were frozen in that mont, turned into solid ice sculptures.
BOOM—
At that mont, everything frozen into solid ice around He Ao seed to be grasped by a massive force and suddenly torn apart, along with the magnificent hall, which showed signs of collapse.
Amidst the crumbling and rumble, He Ao’s body had already charged up through the cracks in the great hall into the sky.
He stood above the firmant, looking down.
The top of the towering high platform seed like sothing was surging up from below, causing the entire top surface to begin to sink downward.
The lavish palatial buildings erected on the platform swiftly collapsed and shattered along with the sinking.
In an instant, the entire summit of the high platform was torn apart.
The collapsing gems and gold were swallowed by the wriggling flesh, quickly ’revealing’ what was beneath this vast complex of palaces and buildings.
It was a cheek, a giant cheek, the stonemason’s cheek.
The wriggling flesh gathered together to form this cheek.
Upon seeing this cheek, He Ao imdiately felt so kind of invisible corruption spreading.
Simultaneously, this cheek’s gaze turned towards He Ao.
At that instant, it was as if so kind of invisible power rippled through the void, enveloping He Ao.
The entire world’s foundation seed to undergo so sort of special ’mutation,’ and He Ao felt his life rapidly draining away.
This rate of loss was vastly outpaced by the ’draining’ speed of the Life Goddess, but still far higher than normal conditions.
Below the high platform, the packed crowd suddenly prostrated on the ground, their breath rapidly growing weak.
They were not the primary targets of the ethereal forces of this world, but even the slightest trace of the vapors was enough to inflict deadly harm upon them.
He Ao’s gaze fixed on the giant cheek, his figure swiftly cutting through the air as he charged toward it.
The cheek’s gaze also fell upon He Ao, and the mouth ford from massive flesh slowly curved into an ’eerie’ smile.
At that mont, sothing seed to condense rapidly around He Ao, gathering into dense, semi-transparent vapors.
These vapors contained surging life force, they obscured He Ao’s view and disturbed the void; the entire world seed to fall silent at that mont.
Within the ethereal vapors, spectral tendrils slowly reached out, almost completely rging with the vapors, creeping toward He Ao’s position.
He Ao raised his hand, glancing at the back of it.
It was entwined with so vapors.
These dense vapors latched onto his skin the mont of contact, but instead of bringing vitality, they clung like leeches, biting into He Ao’s flesh, crazily draining his life.
He Ao used Divine Sense to dispel these vapors and covered his body with it.
In the illusion, so unseen force seed to undulate, as spectral tendrils rapidly drew near.
He Ao stared at the vapors before him, lifting his head as orange and gray hues flashed in his pupils.
The Eye of Truth erged above him, its gaze sweeping across the dense fog in an instant.
The base lines of the world unfolded within his field of view.
Behind him, the spectral tendrils had already gathered, aiming their tips at He Ao’s body.
Their attack sliced through the void, landing in vain.
As these tendrils penetrated the dense fog, He Ao’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
At the center of the fog, the enormous flesh-cheek on the platform raised its gaze upward.
Above its cheek, the thick fog was suddenly cleaved apart, torn into a huge opening.
The figure clutching the ice sword flashed through the opening, arriving in front of it.
Seeing this scene, the giant cheek imdiately opened its mouth.
The vapors cleaved by He Ao instantly regrouped, adhering to He Ao’s surroundings.
Fizz—
Amidst the intense, sizzling sounds reminiscent of water dripping into hot oil, the vapors quickly evaporated from He Ao’s body surface, as they ’wore away’ the Divine Sense coating He Ao’s body.
Almost instantly, the dense vapors pierced through He Ao’s Divine Sense defenses with vast numbers.
So fast that He Ao couldn’t even mobilize more Divine Sense protections in ti.
These vapors touched He Ao’s body and began sucking like hungry leeches.
As life faded, He Ao could feel a kind of force invading his body and soul.
He moved his Divine Sense at all costs to dispel the vapors clinging to him, looking down as he did.
The giant flesh-cheek was fixed in an eerie smile, seemingly satisfied with its battle results.
Right after, he was supposed to execute the next operation.
Then his expression froze there, his gaze filled with confusion, forgetting what to do next.
All his mories rapidly beca blank, blurry.
In his bewildernt, He Ao’s body descended from Heaven, the icy sword light instantly stabbing into the giant cheek.
The cold longsword sliced through the cheek’s flesh, cutting into the body beneath, slashing toward the deepest part.
This stonemason monster’s flesh was so imnse, it seed as if the whole platform was filled with its flesh.
He Ao’s actions did not pause, rapidly moving downward.
The solid ice covered everything around, filled it.
The places He Ao passed, all flesh were frozen, then quickly shattered.
At that mont, so soul-shaking sound echoed between Heaven and Earth.
The imnse flesh body received so fierce supplent, and the blood flesh shattered by ice crystals began to grow rapidly, visible to the at eyes.
Where He Ao had just slashed, the ice-shattered flesh quickly closed, attempting to swallow his ice sword and body.
Without hesitation, He Ao pulled the longsword, charging toward the direction just cleaved open.
Then, specks of green vine suddenly extended from the dense flesh, covering the sky above him.
He Ao raised the ice sword, swiftly slicing through the vine, escaping at the last mont as the flesh closed.
The dense white fog still covered the firmant above, He Ao lowered his head to look below.
Unknown when cracks had spread over the towering platform, revealing the fresh blood flesh within.
Between the flesh, one by one, green trees took root, starting to extend upward.
This vibrant scene seed so bizarrely grotesque at that mont.
He Ao felt an itch on the back of his hand, he lowered his head to look.
A tiny tree was sprouting rapidly on his hand, its slender roots sinking into his flesh, frantically sucking his life.
Did a tree seed fall on him?
But shouldn’t all external objects be blocked by Divine Sense?
No, it’s spiritual pollution.
The seed of pollution developed on his body, using his life as nutrients, growing into a tree.
At the top of the platform, the giant flesh-cheek reford.
It looked at He Ao, sneering, its hoarse and mocking voice resonating in the dense vapor, "Foreigner, you cannot kill , the Fountain of Youth provides eternal life force, and how long can you sustain such combat?"
"Is that so?" He Ao gripped the ice sword, swiftly slicing the rapidly growing tree on his hand.
As ice spread along the roots, resisted by an unseen force, he grabbed the stump on the back of his hand, exerting force.
Crunch—
The tree embedded in his flesh was forcibly uprooted.
Blood flowed down the spiderweb-like dense tree roots.
Those slender roots writhed, resembling tree-like tendrils, trying to reattach to He Ao’s body.
The ice sword pierced the tree, its enormous force directly freezing it into solid ice.
He Ao endured the stinging pain on his flesh, his other hand slightly cupped, black pages gathering within it.
Thunder flashed amidst the dense fog.
Above Heaven and Earth, ominous clouds seed to be looming.
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