I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 717 - 517: Demon Heart Unbound, Desperate Plight (Part 3)

Lan took a deep, determined breath, the immense duty of revitalizing the Ice God Race resting upon his shoulders. This profound obligation, he knew, could only be fulfilled by the might of the Four Divine Beasts.

"Then... I place my trust in you," Lan declared.

"For the Ice God Race!" roared Xiong. Its snow-white fur ignited, transforming into a crimson blaze as its vital essence blood erupted with searing heat, shattering the biting cold. With a powerful slam of its forepaw, ice shards mingled with misted blood, its form swelling by thirty percent as it charged Mogalo with the force of thunder.

The Ice Crystal Phoenix unfurled its twin wings, its tail feathers erupting into blazing ice flames. Each feather became a searing blade, descending to drive back the encroaching dark aura.

The Spirit Deer’s antlers cracked, golden essence blood flowing along their fissures. It reared back, letting out a resonant neigh as its spiritual light intensified manifold, not only shielding its brethren but also weaving golden chains to ensnare Mogalo.

The armored beast poured its essence blood into its carapace, its metallic hide gleaming with a scarlet luminescence. It launched itself like a cannonball, colliding with Mogalo and absorbing a direct blow from its claws. Though its shell fractured, the beast clung ferociously to the extended limb.

The Four Divine Beasts executed a flawless choreography of offense. Fueled by their essence blood, their combat prowess soared. Xiong’s thunderous blows made Mogalo stagger, the Phoenix’s ice flames seared its scales, the Spirit Deer’s chains hampered its movements, and the armored beast seized the opening to rip a gaping wound.

Mogalo let out a furious roar, its dark aura lashing out in a desperate counter, yet it was repelled by the barrier erected by the Four Divine Beasts using their very essence blood.

Through the swirling blood mist, their forms grew fainter, yet they showed no hint of retreat. This was their final stand after a millennium of unwavering guardianship; they were resolved to fulfill their mission, even if it meant expending their divine souls.

Perched atop an ancient tree, Lan’s fingertips whitened with the strain, the Ice Seal Order clutched fiercely in his palm radiating heat. He watched the beleaguered forms of the Divine Beasts, sorrow clouding his usually cold eyes.

Under the relentless assault of the Four Divine Beasts, Mogalo was pinned, its aggressive momentum faltering. Yet, no trace of panic flickered in its eyes, only the same chilling impassivity as before.

Its gaze shifted to Lan, high on the ancient tree. The Ice Seal Order in his grasp was pulsing with an ever-intensifying azure light, a torrent of spiritual energy being continuously poured into it.

"Attempting to recharge the Frozen Throne?" Mogalo sneered, its voice laced with mockery. "A noble endeavor, but alas, far too late."

BOOM—!!!

An colossal explosion, eclipsing all previous concussions, erupted from the iceberg’s core. As if struck by an immense celestial hammer, the outer ice layer instantly disintegrated, sending countless shards raining down like a frozen deluge.

Amidst the sharp symphony of shattering ice, at the heart of the berg, a throne meticulously sculpted from pure ice crystal began to materialize—the legendary Frozen Throne!

Ancient runes, still radiating brilliance, adorned its surface, while its base pulsed with a resplendent golden luminescence, enveloping the dark heart concealed beneath.

With every throb of that infernal heart, the icy expanse vibrated intensely. The golden light encasing it grew progressively thinner, resembling delicate foil stretched to its breaking point.

Tendrils of malevolent Demonic Qi snaked their way through the throne’s expanding fissures, coalescing into writhing ropes in the air. The cracks themselves widened at a perceptible rate, transforming from hairline fractures into chasms the width of a finger.

The heart’s pulsations grew stronger with each beat, capable of stirring the world’s very magical energy. High above, Mogalo emitted a low, satisfied groan.

"Do you comprehend its power?"

Mogalo’s crimson eyes landed on Lan. The surrounding black aura suddenly intensified, effortlessly deflecting Xiong’s thunderous strike. A cold smirk played on its lips. "You cannot prevent my ascension!"

The forms of the Four Divine Beasts grew increasingly translucent. Blood dripped from Xiong’s foreleg, the Phoenix’s lost tail feathers lay inert on the ice, yet they remained locked onto Mogalo with tenacious resolve, burning their final vestiges of essence blood in a desperate bid to drag him down.

Lan accelerated his spiritual energy infusion, the Ice Seal Order’s blue glow almost becoming tangible. However, he keenly felt the weakening connection to the Frozen Throne, the only feedback from the structure growing more pronounced being a palpable "sense of impending collapse."

He looked up, and upon the surface of the dark heart, a vague human visage materialized, contorting into a ferocious grin directed at him.

"It is finished..."

On the periphery of the ravaged battlefield, a Tier Six Spiritualist uttered the words, his face ashen with dread.

Ji Taiyan’s fists were tightly clenched, the dragon energy surrounding him proving useless as everyone’s attention remained riveted on the collapsing Frozen Throne, their hopes dissolving into profound despair.

It was then that Qin Tian's eyes were drawn to the fractured fissures of the Frozen Throne, a sudden glimmer of an idea igniting in his mind.

Perhaps, a sliver of hope still remained~