I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

The True Death Mark brought by the Reincarnation Reaper has been triggered.

The Frost Giant could freeze wounds and regenerate armor in seconds simply by manipulating its cold energy.

But now, the flesh at the wound site is rapidly turning gray and withering.

The gray light extinguished the giant's self-healing energy, and the true damage relentlessly gnawed at its life essence.

The frost giant let out a deafening scream.

It waved its left hand, like swatting a fly, and slapped the Northern Cold Warrior in the chest.

The immense force sent the warrior flying two kilometers like a meteor, crashing through three icebergs in succession.

In the past, the Northern Cold Warriors would have been reduced to dust long ago.

But after crashing through the third iceberg, large chunks of ice were torn apart.

The soldier coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He laughed twice, then leaped up from the ruins again and charged back into the battlefield.

Tuoba Lie had already rushed to the chest of the unbalanced frost giant.

His right fist, like a blazing sun, mixed with a destructive gray light, slammed into the giant's chest.

The violent fist wind created a vacuum zone with a diameter of 100 meters, instantly blasting through its thick flesh.

This punch shattered his heart completely.

The immense life force was instantly extinguished.

The hundreds-of-meters-tall structure collapsed with a deafening roar, sending up a flurry of snow.

At the very moment the giant died, a dense ball of gray light rose from its corpse.

The ball of light exploded in mid-air, turning into a gray drizzle covering an area of ​​ten thousand meters.

Raindrops fell on the surrounding Northern Cold Warriors.

Those warriors who had previously exhausted a great deal of energy or were slightly injured felt a surge of pure life energy flowing into their bodies.

Physical strength instantly returned to its peak, and wounds healed in the blink of an eye.

Even the hidden injuries accumulated over the years were completely wiped out under the nourishment of this miniature rain of reincarnation.

"Cool!"

A veteran from the northern cold wiped the blood from his face, feeling the power surging forth within him once more, his eyes bloodshot.

"Kill! Kill all these monsters!"

This is just one corner of the 100,000-kilometer front.

A pure aesthetic of violence unfolds.

The thousands of frost giants that should have been rampaging across the battlefield were now like clumsy herbivores caught in a pack of wolves.

A punch landed, spreading gray smoke, rendering self-healing ineffective.

When one person falls, the rain of reincarnation falls, and the whole community is revived.

The dual divine authority imprint bestowed by Shen Tian amplified the Northern Han Kingdom's advantage in hand-to-hand combat a hundredfold.

They no longer needed to defend themselves timidly; all they had to do was unleash all their power on the enemy's vitals.

High in the sky, at the eye of the storm.

The temperature here froze the space, and ice crystals as sharp as knives floated in the air.

Emperor Ivan the Great transformed into an 800-meter-tall berserk titan, his dark golden muscles stacked like mountain rocks, each texture flowing with tangible, berserk laws.

Opposite him stood a Frost Lord, three thousand meters tall, wearing an ice crown.

This Frost Lord is also one of the giants of the Icefield Giants.

This lord exuded the aura of the early stage of the ninth rank, and the polar ice spear in its hand was five thousand meters long, radiating a deathly cold current that could freeze everything.

"Ivan, how dare you start a war!"

The Frost Lord roared.

The giant ice spear thrust forward, forcibly tearing away the space in its path, turning it into a pitch-black absolute zero dead zone, and crashing head-on into Ivan's chest.

"I've had enough of you bunch of icebergs!"

Ivan the Great burst into wild laughter.

He clenched both fists simultaneously, and his blood and energy surged to their peak at that moment.

The space behind them collapsed on a large scale under the heat of this energy.

He took a sudden step forward, pulled his right fist into his waist, and threw a punch to meet the incoming five-thousand-meter ice spear.

Boom-!

The fist clashed with the spear tip.

The clouds within a ten-kilometer radius were instantly cleared.

It burst forth with a blinding light.

The violent force surged upwards along the spear.

The polar ice spear, powerful enough to easily pierce through mountains, crumbled inch by inch from its tip.

In the instant of collapse.

Two enormous creatures are colliding violently in the fierce wind.

Each clash creates a sonic boom cloud with a diameter of over ten kilometers in the sky, and the terrifying shockwaves flatten large sections of the glaciers below.

Emperor Ivan manifested his true form as an eight-thousand-meter-tall Titan, his entire body covered in dark golden runes of violent laws.

His true form as a Titan was not obtained after breaking through the tenth rank.

Rather, it is the manifestation of the law of rage.

It enters a "frenzied" state.

The Frost Ruler was surrounded by the ultimate, ninth-order, extreme cold essence.

Over the past century, this commander-in-chief has clashed with human leaders countless times.

At the ninth level of martial arts, essence, energy, and spirit begin to merge, and the origin of laws approaches perfection.

Battles at this level often last a long time.

To completely kill a ninth-tier opponent, physical destruction alone is far from sufficient; one must use one's own laws to eradicate the opponent's perfect origin.

A martial artist who possesses the essence of laws.

As long as the origin remains, even if the head is severed and the heart is shattered, the body can be instantly reconstructed.

It's just consuming the essence of the laws.

Ninth-tier martial artists, whose fundamental laws are perfected, are even more difficult to kill.

We need to repeatedly destroy their bodies and deplete their fundamental laws.

Therefore, in the past.

Ivan, a late-stage Rank 9 warrior, battles Frost Commander, an early-stage Rank 9 warrior.

While it can be destroyed, it is difficult to truly kill it.

The Frost Commander roared like thunder.

It wielded a ten-thousand-meter-long spear formed from ice cores, the spear tip slicing through the void and creating a spatial rift.

A sinister smile appeared on Ivan the Great's face, which was as rugged as a mountain range.

This smile gave the Frost Commander a bad feeling.

He raised his hands, and a faint, deathly gray light was flowing across the surface of his dark golden Titan body.

This power does not belong to him.

It is very likely that it is Chairman Shen, who is suspended atop Kunlun Mountain.

"Can't kill you?"

Emperor Ivan pulled his right arm back, and the law of rage condensed on his fist into a sun radiating terrifying heat.

At the same time, the wisp of gray death energy clung to it like a maggot clinging to a bone, merging with the dark gold sun and exuding an eerie aura that could annihilate all things.

The Frost Commander's eyelids twitched violently, but supported by the ninth-order laws, it did not retreat. Instead, it raised its Ice Core Spear horizontally, attempting to block the attack.

boom--!

Fist clashed with spear.

The dark golden fist imprint pierced through the spear with overwhelming force and slammed into the head of the Frost Grand Commander.

Click.

The colossal body, tens of thousands of meters tall, leaned backward.

Half of his head exploded completely under that punch, and icy blue blood sprayed into the clouds like a waterfall.

In the past, even if the Frost Grand Commander had suffered such a severe injury, he could have instantly reassembled his head using his ninth-tier origin.

But at this moment, the remaining half of its face was filled with unprecedented terror.