I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 713 - 516: Going All Out, Shocking the Crowd

A heavy, almost suffocating atmosphere permeated the area before the ancient ice spirit tree.

What kind of fearsome entity could arise from the fusion of hundreds of Tier Seven demons?

Could it be a Tier Nine demigod?

If it were truly a Tier Nine demigod, a single hand would suffice to obliterate everyone present.

At this critical juncture, even Ji Taiyan’s heart pounded with unease, his gaze involuntarily seeking out one individual.

Qin Tian.

Perhaps, at this very moment, Qin Tian’s mastery of spatial teleportation offered the only glimmer of hope for survival.

Just as despair threatened to engulf their hearts like a relentless tide, Lan made his move.

The azure luminescence emanating from his palm suddenly intensified. With a gentle elevation of the hand holding the Ice Seal Order, the runes inscribed upon the token sprang to life, emitting a clear, resonant phoenix cry.

In the ensuing second, the colossal ice mountain behind them began to tremble violently. A thunderous crescendo of cracking ice echoed through the entire ice abyss, and an extreme chill, imbued with majestic celestial power, descended. The air instantly solidified into ice, and the icy surfaces beneath their feet thickened with frost, nearly paralyzing the operation of their spiritual energy.

This power was overwhelmingly terrifying. Everyone felt as if an invisible, colossal hand was pressing down upon them, rendering them immobile. They could only watch, helpless, as a column of intense cold light streaked directly towards the menacing black tide.

They could distinctly perceive that the formidable pressure was not directed at them, but at the ominous figure suspended in mid-air.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

A series of sharp popping sounds emanated from within the black tide, reminiscent of ice shards fracturing or bones snapping.

The swirling black mass contorted and convulsed erratically. Its previously cohesive form devolved into chaos, with streams of black gas freezing into ice chips that rained down.

Moments later, the majority of the black tide had dissipated, revealing the man’s gaunt, chilling visage. His skin was coated in a layer of white frost, his crimson eyes locked onto Lan with an intensity that nearly manifested a palpable killing intent.

"Mojaro, your efforts are futile," Lan stated calmly from his perch atop the ancient tree. "The Ice Seal Throne is indestructible; your form can never achieve true, extensive integration."

"Hmph."

An icy, piercing snort echoed from the airborne figure. In the next instant, the remaining tendrils of black tide surrounding Mojaro descended like a deluge, reconsolidating into demonic forms upon impact with the ground. However, their numbers were nearly halved, and their collective aura was significantly diminished.

Although the underlying meaning of Lan’s words eluded them, everyone could sense the dramatic shift in the battle’s dynamics – the terrifying fusion of the black tide had been shattered!

A collective sigh of relief rippled through the group, with many unconsciously discovering their backs drenched in cold sweat.

At this precise moment, the towering ice mountain behind them suddenly fractured, splitting open with a colossal crevice. Four beams of light erupted forth, carrying a piercing chill as they landed in formation around the ancient ice spirit tree.

As the luminescence subsided, the imposing figures of the Ice Crystal Phoenix, White Xiong, Spirit Deer, and the Armored Beast materialized. Their auras, those of Tier Eight Divine Beasts, radiated outwards like tangible substances, pressing down on the Empire’s talented individuals to the point of breathlessness.

"Tier Eight Spirit Beasts!" Ji Taiyan’s pupils contracted. He had never anticipated the presence of four Tier Eight Spirit Beasts within this treasure vault. Observing their strategic positioning, these majestic beasts seemed to regard the distinctively attractive, enigmatic figure as their supreme leader.

What exactly was this person’s identity?

Could they be a surviving scion of the Ice God Race?

And was their adversary the very perpetrator responsible for the downfall of the Ice God Race?

"Demonic entities, Divine Beasts, mysterious powerful beings… how many more secrets does this vault conceal?"

Beyond Ji Taiyan, everyone present found their imaginations spiraling into uncharted territories.

"You all…" Mojaro’s scarlet eyes swept across the four Divine Beasts, his killing intent escalating with each passing moment.

These formidable beasts had been a persistent source of suppression against him.

Boom!

Without allowing Mojaro time to react, the White Xiong initiated the assault. Its colossal form launched upwards, and as its paw swept downwards, lightning and frost intertwined, forming a net. Azure arcs, entwined with icy spikes, rained down upon Mojaro.

The Ice Crystal Phoenix followed suit, its wings unfurling majestically. A barrage of ice-blue fiery arrow feathers erupted, transforming the very air into minute ice particles.

The Spirit Deer danced amidst blooming ice crystals, its antlers radiating light. A pale golden binding beam shot directly towards Mojaro, aiming to ensnare and restrict his movements.

The Armored Beast charged like a living cannonball, its metallic shell aimed squarely at Mojaro’s lower extremities.

The four Divine Beasts executed their coordinated assault with flawless synergy, their attacks converging upon Mojaro from all directions, a clear testament to their Tier Eight might.

"Insignificant parlor tricks."

Mojaro scoffed coldly. The dark miasma surrounding him coalesced into a defensive shield, absorbing each incoming attack with effortless absorption.

The ice flames danced upon the obsidian shield, yet failed to breach its defenses. Lightning lashed the shield's surface, merely causing faint ripples, and a binding beam was promptly swallowed by the encroaching darkness.

With a nonchalant gesture, a blade of dark energy was unleashed, compelling the four Divine Beasts to fall back in unison.

Witnessing this display, the onlookers' expressions shifted dramatically. The might of Tier Eight Divine Beasts, repelled with such apparent ease – just how formidable was this individual?

At this moment, Lan made his move.

Gripping a magical staff, he tapped it lightly. The Tier Eight aura that enveloped him surged outwards, and a Power of Ice, purer than that of the four great beasts, flowed from the staff's tip. It swiftly coalesced into a dense torrent of ice crystals, tens of meters thick. The temperature at the heart of this frigid wave plunged to an extreme, causing the very fabric of space to glimmer with a freezing white light.

"This Power of Ice..."

Among the assembled Leng Family members, Leng Qingqiu lifted her head sharply, her eyes wide with astonishment.

As the Leng Family member possessing the highest latent talent, her perception of the Power of Ice far exceeded that of ordinary individuals. While the mysterious figure's power lacked the soul-corrupting Extreme Cold Power inherent to the Leng Family, its sheer purity and its profound, abyssal temperature surpassed it.

Never before had she encountered a phenomenon quite like this.

The cascade of ice crystals, accompanied by a tearing sound through the air, surged towards Mojaro.

This time, a flicker of genuine solemnity finally appeared on Mojaro's face. His hands moved with lightning speed, weaving intricate seals as dark energy violently converged, materializing into a black shield far denser than any before.