Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The frigid, crystal-clear polar region is a desolate place where no animals live, and even the most cold-resistant animals are reluctant to approach.

The ice wall, reaching deep into the clouds, is like a giant, crystalline sword piercing the sky. It stands here, unmelted by the sunlight, isolating life. Within the ice crystals that have remained frozen for millennia, ancient microorganisms and skeletons are encased for who knows how long.

But in one particular area below, there is nothing but extreme ice!

Even microorganisms and bacteria, whose life is so tenacious that they can withstand absolute zero, dare not offend this place. It is a truly cold and pure land, a place that no life dares to invade.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a long tail of green flames climbed up here.

He stared at the sealed ice wall in front of him, his eyes filled with excitement. Sharp feathers sprouted from his arms, and his fingers became extremely sharp, like withered chicken claws.

It didn't look like the wings of a white dove, but more like the wings of some gray pigeon or sparrow, and had a certain sense of decadence. He waved his hand again and cut off his lower body, leaving the flames in place. Then he put his elbows together to form a pair of complete wings.

The moment they merged, a gray light shot into the ice wall in front of them.

The surface of the ice wall, as hard as iron, flickered back and forth with the gray light, outlining the shape of a round arched gate.

The moment the outline appeared, the entire glacier cracked open, creating a fissure 3 meters in diameter and about 5 meters long, forming a solid entrance with strange skeletons standing on either side inside.

Some of them had wings, some resembled birds, and some were on all fours, looking like some kind of strange animal.

These skeletons were preserved here like specimens, their bodies burning with white flames, but the white flames had no temperature, only an extremely cold chill. After the middle-aged man entered, the arched ice door behind him closed instantly.

The white flames reflected off the surrounding ice, so bright that he could barely open his eyes, and he experienced a slight loss of vision.

He could feel a terrifying force that almost froze his thoughts, right at the very front and deepest point.

White flames spread across his body.

At that moment, a feather-like symbol appeared between the middle-aged man's eyebrows. A gray energy was drawn out of his body and ignited by flames. The middle-aged man instantly knelt on the ground in pain.

He had lost Lucifer's blessing and was now just an ordinary person with only his upper body remaining.

The sudden, deadly pain and the wound began to devour his life; he would probably die here in a few seconds.

However, the mark between his eyebrows at this moment extracted his already fragmented soul. The middle-aged man's soul was only the upper half, and it was riddled with holes, like a tattered kite floating in mid-air. Only the feather mark between his eyebrows was so clear and so magnificent.

As its mark flickered, the white flames clinging to the strange skeletons on either side were drawn in and enveloped the middle-aged man's soul.

His expression immediately became distorted.

The near-absolute cold almost suffocated his soul.

The white flames were burning fiercely, an indescribable and severe torment, but at the same time, a strange sense of joy arose in the middle-aged man's soul, a sensory shock brought about by the extreme pain.

He felt his mind becoming clearer and his thinking becoming more agile.

Something cold and burning was quietly taking shape deep within his soul and mind, slowly enveloping his will and giving him an unprecedented sense of security.

As time passed, the middle-aged man's soul was slowly and surprisingly restored. A piece about the size of a fist was removed from his soul, filled with an eerie green flame curse.

The curse was gradually frozen under the white flames, turning into a solid ice crystal shaped like a green flame.

The ice crystal drifted into the vicinity of a skeleton and embedded itself in its eyes, transforming into two green crystal-like eyes.

Far away in America, the goat-man demon suddenly felt a stirring in his heart, looked up abruptly, and felt his curse vanish.

"That guy is still alive? What good luck! This must have been Lucifer's doing. It seems that old man really has no one else to rely on, so he's going to such lengths to protect a middle-aged human. Just removing his curse probably requires him to use his own power."

Once this quality is abandoned, it cannot be replenished in reality.

Even if it can be found again, it will require dozens of times more effort to cultivate it again.

Little did it know that what would break its curse was the power that Lucifer had once abandoned, not the power it possessed now.

Of the three, only Lucifer still hides the true nature of his power very well and has never shown it.

After the middle-aged man's soul landed, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and prayed.

He sensed the will of his master within the white light, and turned to look at the skeletons beside him.

Finally, he walked to a skeleton at the door, stretched out his soul to try to break through the ice wall, but felt a weak, cold sensation. Then he looked around and saw his own body.

He needed a tool; the ice wall in front of him had special protection against the soul, and in his current soul state, he couldn't break through it at all.

My body can no longer return to its original state.

After his soul was altered, it no longer matched the broken body on the ground; the body and soul were no longer compatible.

To him, it was like a shoe that had been altered to be too small. Forcing his way in would only be like a demon possessing a human body, tearing it apart and even accelerating its decay.

This is, after all, his own body.

The middle-aged man looked at the ice again and sighed, "Oh well, it's my body now, I don't need it anyway."

After saying this, he went to his mutilated corpse, which consisted only of his upper body.

He reached out and grabbed the spine, which was about the thickness of a rolling pin, at the point where his waist had been cut. It was his own spine!
With his other hand, he loosely grasped his own neck and then pulled hard outwards, pulling out a section of his spine, about 50 centimeters long.

Some granulation tissue still clung to the bright red spine.

With a mere thought, the white flames within him instantly burned away the fleshy buds, leaving only a 50-centimeter-long, perfectly smooth spine.

These are his own bones, and they will also be his tools for breaking the ice.

The middle-aged man picked up the spine and, using his soul to manipulate it, broke through the ice wall he had chosen, then pulled out the skeleton inside. (End of Chapter)