These Divine Emperor Perfection-level ‘Annihilation Hounds’ were all highly intelligent. At this moment, they each realized in horror that their souls were being dragged terrifyingly toward a vast illusory world they could sense with their consciousness! Deep in their hearts, they felt an overwhelming dread emanating from that illusory realm—if they truly succumbed completely, death would be inevitable.
Naturally, they resisted with all their might, but with most of their focus diverted to countering the illusion, their combat techniques became crude and clumsy, their power drastically diminished.
“Haha, their strength has plummeted!”
“They’re only at late-stage Divine Emperor combat power now. We can sweep through them effortlessly—they’re no threat at all!” The cultivators, on the other hand, were overjoyed. Deputy City Lord ‘Wu Xiao,’ standing three thousand meters tall, swept his massive silver-white arms casually through the battlefield—*boom boom boom*—sending over three hundred Annihilation Hounds flying, blood spraying everywhere.
After all, late-stage Divine Emperors were only one tier below Perfection-level. Against top-tier experts, the gap was even wider! These hounds could be crushed in a single strike—only their incredible survivability kept them from dying too easily. Against powerhouses like ‘Wu Xiao’ and the ‘Nine-Headed Snake Ancestor,’ who surpassed even the top-tier experts by a significant margin, the Annihilation Hounds were simply swept aside.
“Exhilarating!” Jie Tian, the Great Emperor, laughed heartily. His strength was second only to the three City Lords, and his blade light tore through the battlefield, sending hounds flying one after another.
“Though their power has weakened, their bodies remain incredibly tough. Pushing them back is easy, but killing them is still troublesome.”
“No need to waste effort on these hounds. Once we slay that Primordial Prisoner, our mission is complete. As for the hounds? Do we lack for food?”
“Flying Snow Emperor’s soul techniques are truly formidable. Once unleashed, they instantly turn the tide in our favor.”
Seeing the effects of Dongbo Xueying’s techniques, the cultivators brimmed with confidence, many even wearing smiles.
Though the Annihilation Hounds fought in unison, the cultivators coordinated even better, overwhelming them on a massive scale.
“Hold them back!”
“Stop these cultivators!”
Standing behind the horde of Annihilation Hounds, the Primordial Prisoner—’Lord of Silent Icepeak’—wore a grim expression, his eyes burning with fury as he mentally commanded every last one of his guards.
At this moment, the Lord of Silent Icepeak felt an unprecedented crisis. His gaze locked onto the white-robed youth at the heart of the cultivator formation—Dongbo Xueying. As a Higher Primordial Lifeform, he could clearly sense that the vast illusion enveloping his forces was being manipulated by this very youth.
“To weaken all my guards within range…” The Lord of Silent Icepeak watched as his fearless Annihilation Hounds were effortlessly repelled despite their frenzied assault. Anxiety gnawed at him. “If my guards can’t hold them back, what now?”
Escape?
Too late!
His horde wouldn’t last long. The cultivators would catch up, surround him, and he’d surely perish.
“There’s only one way.” A vicious glint flashed in the Lord of Silent Icepeak’s eyes. “I must stake everything to kill that white-robed youth. If he dies, my guards’ power will return, the crisis will resolve itself—and perhaps I can even annihilate this entire cultivator force.”
“I must gamble!”
The decision was made.
Though he’d faced many assaults before, he’d never truly gone all-out. But this time, he understood from the start—he had to fight with everything he had. Only then would he have a sliver of hope.
“Whoosh.”
The Lord of Silent Icepeak transformed into a streak of light, charging straight toward the cultivator formation.
The cultivators, in turn, advanced to meet him.
—
Dongbo Xueying was heavily guarded within the formation. Even Deputy City Lord ‘Nine-Headed Snake Ancestor’ stood beside him at all times, personally ensuring his protection. The Snake Ancestor only remotely controlled his ‘Nine-Headed Battleform’ in combat—a formidable technique, but far from his full power.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Deputy City Lord Wu Xiao, his three-thousand-meter silver-white form leading the charge, swept aside the swarming Annihilation Hounds and clashed directly with the Lord of Silent Icepeak. The other top-tier experts and the Nine-Headed Battleform joined the assault, pressing the Primordial Prisoner relentlessly.
“Swish.”
The battlefield ahead warped unpredictably—sometimes flattening like a painted scroll, the combatants reduced to figures within an artwork; other times fracturing like a Rubik’s Cube, space splitting into isolated segments. Wu Xiao and the others shattered these segments one after another, never giving the Lord of Silent Icepeak a chance to break free.
“Get out of my way!” The Lord of Silent Icepeak raged like a madman, desperate to reach Dongbo Xueying. But the semi-Primordial warriors harried him without respite.
“Boom!”
Each punch from the enraged Primordial Prisoner shattered space itself. Only Wu Xiao, the Nine-Headed Battleform, and Jie Tian could withstand his blows without being overwhelmed.
“Every attack aggravates his internal injuries,” the Nine-Headed Snake Ancestor remarked calmly beside Dongbo Xueying. “The harder he fights, the worse his wounds become. Time is on our side. He won’t drag this out—watch, he’ll soon go all-in.”
“Deputy City Lord seems quite confident,” Dongbo Xueying transmitted mentally.
“Not entirely, but the Sacred World has slain other Primordial Prisoners before. We have some idea of their desperate measures,” the Snake Ancestor replied. “We’ve never pushed the Lord of Silent Icepeak to this brink, so his final gambit remains unknown. But with our overall advantage, I believe our chances are good. The key is protecting you. If you fall, we’ll have no choice but to flee.”
As they spoke—
A pained roar erupted from the Lord of Silent Icepeak.
He transformed.
Once humanoid, his body now twisted and contorted into a massive, translucent black Annihilation Hound. Golden runes etched his entire form, his body riddled with wounds where the runes burrowed deep into withered muscle and cracked bone. Despite his battered appearance, his aura radiated terrifying power. Even under immense suppression, the patterns of Void Law shimmered faintly across his dark hide.
“He’s taken his true form!” the Nine-Headed Snake Ancestor warned urgently. “Everyone, be careful—he’s going all-out!”
“First time seeing the Lord of Silent Icepeak like this.”
“He’s gone berserk.”
“Berserk means death is near.”
The cultivators braced themselves, vigilance etched on every face.
Dongbo Xueying gripped his spear, watching the transformed Primordial Prisoner intently. The chains and shackles binding him, along with the runic suppression embedded in his flesh and bones, made altering his form excruciating—yet as a born Primordial Lifeform, only in his true body could he unleash his full might.
“Die!” The Lord of Silent Icepeak’s eyes burned with killing intent. His four limbs tore through space, his form blurring as countless Void Blades materialized around him, slashing indiscriminately at every cultivator.
His speed now surpassed even Wu Xiao’s ability to intercept.
The sudden barrage of Void Blades threw the cultivators into disarray.
“What?!” The Nine-Headed Snake Ancestor’s expression darkened. “Such power in his final stand?”
“Battleform—merge!”
With a fierce glint, the Snake Ancestor’s body swelled as the nine colossal serpent phantoms behind him surged with power. The distant Nine-Headed Battleform dissipated, its essence converging onto his true form. As the foremost ‘Witch’ in history, he had refined nine supreme bloodlines to forge a physique surpassing even Perfection-level Divine Emperors. Merged with his Battleform, he became unstoppable.
“Perish!” The Lord of Silent Icepeak, having broken through the encirclement, unleashed his ultimate attack.
He knew—
In this form, his injuries would only worsen. He had no time for prolonged battle. This was all or nothing.
“Hummm~”
As the Nine-Headed Snake Ancestor moved to intercept, an eerie silence enveloped him.
Absolute stillness.
Sound vanished. The unnatural quiet seeped into his bones, a cold so profound it seemed to freeze even thought itself, slowing his consciousness to a crawl.
“Not good!” Dongbo Xueying saw the Snake Ancestor—normally Wu Xiao’s equal—suddenly lagging, unable to match the Lord of Silent Icepeak’s terrifying speed.
“Swish.”
Gritting his teeth, the Primordial Prisoner’s body gleamed with a strange aqueous layer, even coating his claws. His speed skyrocketed another sixty percent. Space itself split before him as he charged, his might ascending yet again.
For Dongbo Xueying’s death, he held nothing back.
“Slaying a Perfection-level Divine Emperor should be effortless.” The Lord of Silent Icepeak knew even the three City Lords needed multiple strikes to kill such foes. To ensure a one-hit kill, he had to go all-out.
“Boom!”
Yet Dongbo Xueying’s body suddenly expanded, his frame growing more imposing, his skin shimmering with a deep gray radiance.
“I, too, am a top-tier expert.” His spear whirled, layering space itself as a shield. The Primordial Prisoner shattered each barrier effortlessly, finally clashing with the spear. The impact sent Dongbo Xueying flying, blood spraying from his lips—but he’d survived.
“What?!” The Lord of Silent Icepeak’s heart turned to ice. “This white-robed youth is this strong?!”
His power was only slightly below Wu Xiao and the Nine-Headed Snake Ancestor’s. Instant annihilation was impossible.
“It’s over.” The Lord of Silent Icepeak knew—this time, there was no escape.
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