After leaving the world of all NPCs

hum!

A torrent of pure and vast mantra power rushed down from the trunk of the Tree of Life and instantly poured into Ye Zuochen's body.

The cursed energy, which was almost depleted, was rapidly replenished by this surging power and returned to its full state in the blink of an eye.

The overflowing waves of cursed energy even rippled slightly from his body.

It's like the surface of the water can no longer hold any more water drops, and the excess can only quietly dissipate into the hot air.

This method of restoring mana simply involves filling up the empty bottle, rather than directly increasing the bottle's volume.

The excess cursed energy can only be dissipated in this way.

Just as the cursed power had just recovered, from the bottom of the huge bottomless pit below, a ray of light so bright that it was indescribable shot up into the sky without any warning!

boom!

The beam of light broke through the billowing black smoke, tore through the scorching air, and instantly illuminated the broken desert.

In the center of the pure light, a three-meter-tall giant figure slowly rose.

Triglav is back!

He stood at the top of the light column, his three-meter-tall body emitting an even more terrifying pressure than before, like a solid mountain squeezing the space.

The heads on both sides had turned into pure golden goat heads.

The heavy golden color flows with the solidified color of dusk, the texture is cold and hard, and the two goat heads have their eyes closed, as if they are sleeping.

Only the head in the middle still had a human face, with both eyes intact. At this moment, it was looking at Ye Zuochen above with an unprecedented calmness.

Beneath the calm, there is a murderous intent that freezes the soul.

"Is that so..." the head in the middle spoke slowly, "You still killed them."

Ye Zuochen narrowed his eyes slightly: "Sventovit?!"

"Who knows?" Triglav slightly moved his neck, covered in tattered armor. "Who can say for sure about gods? Originally, the self-awareness in the [Myth], the soul in the [Void Memory] after coming to earth, the body that is the collection of myths spread on earth, and the boundless content of the [Godhead]..."

"who am I?"

"This kind of question is really difficult for me."

"Being obsessed with such a trivial matter is too unbecoming of a god."

"But right now, I feel more...quiet than ever before."

"So, it's time to kill you."

Before he finished speaking, Triglav suddenly raised his right hand, and a long sword condensed in an instant and fell into his palm.

The sword hummed and burst out with tremendous light!

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Four enormous Slavic stone pillars suddenly broke through the scorched earth and fell from the sky, standing in the four directions of east, south, west and north of this broken battlefield. The surfaces of the stone pillars were engraved with obscure and primitive totems.

"Godslayer," Triglav's voice echoed in the space formed by the stone pillars. "Choose your future. But whatever you choose, I already know it."

"Hmph, it's still uncertain who will win!" Ye Zuochen suddenly raised his right arm, and a biting cold air burst out instantly.

Crystal clear ice crystals spread like living things, covering the entire arm. Key areas such as the elbows and shoulder joints condensed into ice that exuded the deadly aura of the underworld.

It is the laziness of the [Fallen Dragon Sin Crown].

Then, he threw a punch!

The cold air surged and instantly condensed into a giant ice fist the size of a house, carrying a low temperature that could freeze the soul, and smashed towards Triglav!

Triglav simply leaned slightly to the left.

The huge ice fist whistled with terror, brushed past him and slammed into the lava ground behind!

Boom!

Ice chips mixed with lava exploded, sending up a large column of strange steam.

At the moment when the ice fist missed, Ye Zuochen's figure tore through the steam like a ghost and rushed in front of Triglav.

His fists were wrapped in the cold wind of Hades that was enough to freeze the space, and transformed into ice-blue fist shadows all over the sky, covering Triglav's vital points like a blizzard.

Wherever the fist wind reached, even the space made a slight freezing crisp sound!

clang! clang! clang! clang!

Triglav didn't even look at it, and didn't swing the rune sword in his hand. He just blocked left and right, slashed upwards, and pressed down lightly.

The sword's spine struck Ye Zuochen's fist, which was covered with the black ice of Hades, with incredible precision.

Every collision would cause a burst of black ice chips carrying the breath of death!

Ye Zuochen's violent offensive and the fist shadows that contained the power to freeze everything were easily resolved one by one by the seemingly slowly moving long sword.

Triglav's movements were concise and extremely efficient, as if he had practiced them countless times. He was always able to perfectly block all of Ye Zuochen's attack routes with the least amount of force and angle.

scoff!

A cold arc of light flashed without warning!

At the same time that Triglav threw a straight punch at Ge Kaiye Zuochen, he turned his wrist and swung his sword diagonally.

The extremely sharp sword blade easily tore through Ye Zuochen's left arm covered with ice crystals. A wound deep enough to see the bone appeared instantly. Before the blood could spurt out, it was frozen by the coldness attached to the sword.

The green light of the innate Qi instantly flowed through the wound, and the muscle fibers squirmed wildly to heal it.

But at the moment of healing, Triglav's sword was like a thorn in the flesh, stabbing at a strange angle.

puff!puff!puff!

The sword light stabbed out three times in a row, leaving a new wound on Ye Zuochen each time.

The protection covered with ice crystals was like paper in front of Triglav's sword, which contained multiplied divine power.

Something is wrong!

Ye Zuochen's heart was filled with alarm. Every move and style of the opponent seemed to have predicted all his actions in advance.

No matter how he changed his moves or how he feinted, Triglav's sword would always appear at the most accurate position one step ahead, just like when playing chess, the opponent had already seen through all of his moves.

Could it be the power of foreknowledge?

Ye Zuochen thought of this possibility.

For the gods, predicting the future is equivalent to choosing the future.

However, if you really possess the power to predict the future, you can't go on like this.

Ye Zuochen suddenly burst out with magical power, stomped his feet hard on the void, and his body shot backwards like a cannonball, intending to create distance and readjust the rhythm.

The cold wind dragged a long frost trail on its retreating trajectory!

Triglav, with the head in the middle, did not pursue with the long sword in his hand. Instead, he pulled it back to his waist at a faster speed, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the point where Ye Zuochen was about to retreat. At the same time, Triglav clenched his left fist, and a dazzling lightning suddenly lit up on it!

boom--!

An extremely thick bolt of lightning suddenly burst out from Triglav's left fist, which was holding back his sword. It was so fast that it was beyond imagination, and its trajectory just blocked Ye Zuochen's retreat route.

The tip of the long sword he had put away at his waist was pointing to the next spot where Ye Zuochen would inevitably land as he dodged the lightning.

Switch between offense and defense, predict attacks, all in one go!

Ye Zuochen had just burst out with strength and retreated. His old strength was gone and new strength had not yet been generated. Facing this fatal combo that took into account all his reactions, there was no way to avoid it.

Puff——!

It was so good that lightning instantly engulfed the left side of his body, and the covering ice crystals were blown into clusters. The tough flesh and blood gave off a sizzling smell in the lightning.

Before the severe pain was fully transmitted to the nerves, the [Sword of War] had already silently reached the edge of the lightning. The tip of the sword flashed with a deadly cold light, waiting for the lightning to dissipate before delivering the final blow that pierced the heart.

"—The gates of the icy prison where even sighs are frozen open, and the oath-breakers are buried in the coffin of time—"

With Ye Zuochen as the center, a suffocatingly huge frost dragon head suddenly rose up!

The main body of the head is made up of ice crystals as pale as ancient polar regions, covered with huge scales that are cracked and dry like permafrost.

Three spiral ice horns on the top of the head pierce the sky fiercely, and three huge ice cones hang from the lower jaw.

The dragon's head opened and released a terrifying cold current that froze the entire universe.

The pure freezing air of death was like an invisible tsunami, sweeping in all directions!

Snap, snap——!

Wherever it passed, the air instantly condensed into a thick wall of ice, the dark red lava embers flowing below instantly turned into black rubble, and even the sulfur smoke and dust in the air were frozen into fine ice crystals and snowflakes.

The indiscriminate freezing field will drag all things and space into an eternal frozen hell.

Facing this extremely cold breath that was enough to freeze a god's body, the head in the middle of Triglav had a terrifyingly calm look in his eyes.

He had foreseen this scene.

He neither dodged nor resisted.

Just as the frost dragon's breath was about to devour him, a clear horse neigh sounded in the sky.

"Yu!"

A majestic snow-white horse appeared in the void in front of Triglav without any warning.

The white colt's four hooves stepped on the invisible stairs and it leaped gracefully and swiftly in the air.

tread!

The white horse landed lightly on top of the huge Slavic stone pillar in the south!

hum!

The obscure totems and reliefs on the stone pillars suddenly lit up, as if a sleeping giant was awakened. A primitive and vast power was instantly activated, and through the strange field formed by the four stone pillars, it instantly penetrated the entire world.

The world is changing!

The seasons change!

A sense of "summer" with an endless breath of life and restlessness suddenly descended!

This is the [Cycle of Four Seasons].

zizi——

The terrifying cold current released by Ye Zuochen that froze everything suddenly stagnated when it came into contact with this surging "summer" spirit!

The cold wave that froze everything was forcibly contained, and the speed of the freezing spread slowed down visibly. Even part of the cold current that approached Triglav began to evaporate in the opposite direction.

The "summer" spirit suppresses the "winter" cold!

Just as the icy breath was forcibly blocked, Triglav had grasped a spear in his right hand without anyone noticing.

The barrel is made of tough oak.

The tip of the spear is dazzling gold.

Triglav swung his arm violently and threw the [Spear of Judgment] boldly.

call out--!

The spear turned into a golden meteor, tearing through the front where cold and summer were intertwined. However, the meteor only flew a few dozen meters before disappearing suddenly.

puff!

Almost at the same moment, a painful groan came from behind the frost dragon head.

The disappearing golden meteor suddenly appeared where Ye Zuochen was. The golden spear tip, with unparalleled divine power and the law that governs all things, fiercely pierced his chest.

Stab from the back and come out from the chest!

Blood mixed with internal organ fragments spurted out from the huge wound, and was instantly frozen into icy mist by the surrounding cold wind.

"——Don't worry about the blue lotus growing from the white bones, a golden elixir will make the star last——"

The green light of the innate Qi instinctively rushed towards the horrific wound on the chest, trying to heal it.

but.

The power of judgment attached to the tip of the gun suddenly erupted, and a layer of dark golden runes spread wildly along the edge of the wound, tightly wrapping around the wound.

The innate Qi and the power of judgment fought fiercely, making a sizzling sound like a branding iron burning flesh. The flesh was repeatedly torn between healing and festering, the pain doubled, but it could not truly heal.

"Four heads look down, forging this spear into the scale of law! The head of heaven reveals the trajectory of fate, the head of earth inscribes the bones of the journey, the head of the underworld pierces the veil of delusion, and the head of the sea overturns the blasphemy of the countercurrent!"