I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 560 The Fate of the Wild Hunt
The Star Legion, like a precise killing machine, efficiently annihilated the endless stream of Ghost Riders under the micro-management of Kaguya and Little Bell.

Feng Xue stood in the center of the formation, and the unfinished crown solidified at a speed far exceeding expectations. Feng Xue could almost hallucinate the raging world.

But at that very moment, above the clouds, those two points of indifferent red light suddenly trailed two scarlet streaks.

"Om-!"

A frost horn, far deeper and more piercing than before, suddenly rang out! This time, it did not come from the army, but from Odin the Wild Hunt, who sat atop his giant skeletal horse!
He slowly raised the jet-black spear in his hand, wreathed in pale, icy flames. He didn't point it at the army formation, but simply paused it gently downwards.

"Crack!"

Centered on the void where the spear tip struck, a visible, pale ripple instantly spread out, freezing time wherever it passed, and making an unpleasant sound like ice being squeezed!
The Star Legion, which was fiercely slaughtering the Ghost Cavalry, suddenly stopped moving. Whether it was the incomparably sharp White Tiger Kui, the mountain-steady Black Tortoise Bi, or the agile and incinerating Vermilion Bird Yi, the starlight flowing on their bodies suddenly became dim and sluggish!
Layers of frost condensed on their bodies. Although they couldn't penetrate the defenses constructed from the primordial material, the spreading frost eventually enveloped each and every Dragon Tooth Soldier.

This icy chill not only froze the physical body, but also began to reverse along the spiritual connection, causing Feng Xue to feel a chill in her consciousness.

"Has it finally arrived?" Feng Xue's heart candle suddenly shone brightly, and the blazing flames melted away the spreading frost. Faced with this terrifying power, Feng Xue felt no fear; instead, the fighting spirit burning in her eyes intensified.

The Legion of Heroes and the Legion of the Dead have already begun their war, so next, it will be Fenrir's turn to devour Odin!
The planets in his sea of ​​consciousness emitted brilliant light. The five planets, namely, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, carrying Feng Xue's five elements, broke free from the gravitational pull of the primordial sun and flew out of his sea of ​​consciousness, roaming around him. In his coordinate system, the stars lit up again one by one. Under the guidance of the little bell, one auspicious celestial phenomena for him began to emerge one after another.

However, Odin's next move was not the devastating, all-consuming force that Feng Xue had anticipated.

He simply raised his right hand, which was holding the black ice spear, once again.

There was no earth-shattering burst of divine power, no manifestation of laws tearing apart the heavens. It was merely a simple gesture, as if he were just lazily waving the scepter in his hand.

But the instant the ice spear was raised, starting from the direction pointed to by Odin's spear, a visible "ice line" swept across the battlefield silently, like the swiftest lightning!
Wherever this ice line passed, the space groaned under its own weight, as if a cold wind had blown by. The Four Symbols Army, which was still struggling, was instantly transformed into ice sculptures that seemed to have stood the test of time.

Feng Xue's mind tensed instantly! The chill, which was even more penetrating than the physical cold, acted on his soul. Even though the heart candle was still burning brightly, it ultimately caused his magic power to freeze for a moment.

And all of this was accomplished by the rise and fall of that spear.

This is no longer the war of attrition waged by the Ghost Riders, which relied on numbers and immortality! This is the true, overwhelming power of the God-King!

"Mingbao!"

Without needing any further words, with just a soft exclamation, Mo Ying understood Feng Xue's intention. A massive amount of ghostly energy surged wildly, sweeping up the shattered ghostly army as well.

The seemingly simple yet masterful illusionary technique was forcibly unleashed, about to create a battlefield perfectly suited for Feng Xue. "Hmph."

A deep, cold snort, seemingly emanating from the depths of an ancient glacier, disregarded the speed at which sound should travel. Before anyone could even react, the figure that had always been aloof and superior was already right in front of them.

That deadly, eerie blue ice line, like the scythe of death, silently sliced ​​through the frozen air, stretching towards Feng Xue! Its speed was faster than before, and its target was even clearer!

There's no way to avoid it! There's no way to stop it!
The flame of his heart burned fiercely, attempting to dispel the stagnation in his thoughts, but compared to the speed of recovery wielded by the mad hunt, it was still too slow…

No, he avoided it!
It wasn't that he avoided it, but rather that Feng Xue had delegated authority to the second control unit, which was jointly constructed by Liu Yunxi, who had always been relatively unknown, and the nanounits flowing between Feng Xue's cells.
Because of the special state of the shaman, the mental attacks that Kuanglie was launching against Feng Xue and Mo Ying did not directly affect Liu Yunxi's consciousness. Just as the attack was about to strike, he managed to control Feng Xue's body to dodge it.

Feng Xue's body twisted in a bizarre way that exceeded the limits of human joints, and the hand holding the Thunderfire Sword twisted upwards at an unbelievable angle, like a snake!

"Tai Su · Hua Xiu!" Primordial Qi surged along the Thunderfire Sword, and the moment it collided with the Ice Spear, the weapon, whose construction was unknown, was also covered with a layer of decay.

Odin's eyes, hidden beneath his hood, flickered slightly. In that brief moment of hesitation, the decay at the tip of the ice spear was shattered, and the brand-new spearhead trembled, its icy aura freezing the longsword constructed of lightning and fire.

The deep blue ice enveloped Feng Xue, transforming her into a body forged from ice...

No, not the physical body, but... destruction!
Wild Hunt's eyes flashed suddenly, and the skeletal warhorse beneath him suddenly retreated. At this moment, the icy body emitted a dazzling light. Feng Xue released a super-miniature Orochi Bomb centered on a cybernetic clone of Little Bell, which suddenly detonated!

The sun-like radiance bathed the land, which was shrouded in leaden-gray clouds, in gold. Feng Xue, who escaped by using a substitute spell and being transported by a spirit, shook off the frost on her body, but the intense sense of crisis still lingered.

As the light faded, Odin the Wild Hunt appeared amidst the dust and firelight. His skeletal steed was nowhere to be seen. He remained silent, the two crimson dots beneath his hood growing ever more chilling.

Feng Xue felt no relief at surviving a disaster, only an indescribable sense of frustration and...absurdity!
why?
Why wasn't there a finisher?

Since he wasn't caught in the Orochi Bomb, he shouldn't have stopped at all. So why is he remaining silent?
Why...didn't they attack?

He stood there quietly in the firelight, looking down with his emotionless gaze, as if waiting for something.

That posture, rather than being a hunt, seemed more like... guarding? Or perhaps, driving them away?
"Master! According to the data, his energy fluctuations experienced an extremely brief but drastic drop! Right at the moment [Primordial Essence - Decay] was activated! However, it has now returned to its previous suppressed level!" Little Bell's voice was filled with confusion, but taking advantage of the fact that the other party was not pursuing, she quickly reported:

"According to the data, his speed slowed down by 0.03 seconds just before the sword and spear clashed! This does not match the data model; he was holding back his force!"

(End of this chapter)