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Chapter 459: Must Continue to Strengthen
🕑 Added 2024-11-30 14:14:34 +0000 UTCSeeing the scene before him, Lin San furrowed his brows.
"What is this?"
At that moment, the images of the Eight-Star Peak Martial Gods extended their hands simultaneously. From their palms, an overwhelming surge of ice energy erupted!
The powerful ice energy surged toward Lin San from all directions. His pupils contracted slightly as he felt the terrifying force approaching from every angle. There was no room to evade now.
The surrounding area immediately froze solid, and Lin San himself was encased in ice, transforming into an ice sculpture in an instant.
"Hahaha!"
The numerous figures of the Eight-Star Peak Martial God merged back into one, laughing heartily as he looked at the frozen figure of Lin San.
"Even if your fire abilities counter mine, so what? When ice energy reaches its pinnacle, you won’t be able to overcome it!"
The Eight-Star Peak Martial God laughed again, confident that his domain's power had magnified the strength of his ice abilities. He refused to believe that Lin San could break free from this.
"What immense ice energy..."
"So terrifying!"
The other Martial Gods, witnessing this spectacle, were filled with awe. They had initially thought Lin San was incredibly powerful, but none had expected the Eight-Star Peak Martial God to still have so much strength in reserve. The power he was unleashing now was beyond terrifying.
In the next moment, the Eight-Star Peak Martial God focused his will, and the intense ice energy in his hands condensed into a long sword made of pure ice.
"Slash!"
With a mighty swing, he aimed the ice sword directly at the frozen Lin San, intending to cleave him in two.
Boom—
Just as the blade was about to connect, a massive crack appeared in the ice. Ye Fan Sword burst forth, intercepting the ice sword in mid-air.
The deafening collision sent shards of the ice sword flying in every direction, shattering into countless pieces.
Pfft—
The Eight-Star Peak Martial God spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered by the backlash.
Crack, crack—
At the same moment, the ice covering Lin San’s body began to shatter, falling away completely.
"This… this is impossible!"
The Martial God’s eyes widened in disbelief. His strongest ice energy, which had taken everything he had to summon, was shattered so quickly!
Boom—
As the remaining ice shattered, Lin San’s figure emerged once again.
"Impressive ice abilities," Lin San remarked, his voice steady. He had narrowly avoided being completely sealed and slain.
Without wasting any more time, Lin San's eyes locked onto the Eight-Star Peak Martial God. In an instant, he gripped Ye Fan Sword and charged forward!
"Not good!"
The Martial God's pupils shrank in fear. At this moment, he had no will to continue fighting; all he wanted was to escape.
Whoosh—
He turned and dashed away, fleeing at full speed toward the distance.
Crackle—
Ye Fan Sword crackled with electric energy in Lin San's hands, and a powerful surge of lightning shot forth.
The bolts of electricity raced toward the fleeing Martial God. Sensing the danger behind him, the Eight-Star Peak Martial God instinctively glanced back.
In that instant, the terrifying electric current formed a web of lightning that ensnared his body.
The lightning was far too intense. The moment it touched the Martial God’s body, his skin began to char, turning black from the burns.
He had no strength left to defend against this terrifying energy.
"Ahhh..."
A scream of agony escaped his lips as his body collapsed to the ground, still writhing under the intense electric current.
"Goodbye."
Lin San swiftly caught up to him. With a single swing of Ye Fan Sword, surging with deadly energy, he slashed downward.
"No!!!"
The Eight-Star Peak Martial God let out a final roar of defiance, but it was too late.
In the blink of an eye, Lin San’s sword cleaved him in half. Blood splattered, and a primordial spirit emerged from the fallen body, attempting to escape.
Lin San's reflexes were sharp, and with another swing of Ye Fan Sword, he slashed the primordial spirit in two.
[Killed Eight-Star Martial God, gained 800,000,000 evolution points.]
[Absorbed Eight-Star Martial God's blood, gained 8,000 energy points.]
[Absorbed Eight-Star Martial God's blood, gained 8,000 energy points.]
[Absorbed Eight-Star Martial God's blood, gained 8,000 energy points.]
[Absorbed Eight-Star Martial God's blood, gained 8,000 energy points.]
...
The blood and energy of the Eight-Star Peak Martial God surged into Ye Fan Sword, which absorbed everything greedily.
"So, even an Eight-Star Peak is this hard to deal with."
Ye Fan sighed as he watched.
Previously, cutting down Eight-Star Martial Gods had been as easy as slicing vegetables. But now, with the sword in a damaged state, its power output wasn’t as strong.
"I must continue to grow stronger."
Ye Fan mused aloud, though he noted that his evolution points were growing rapidly.
Lin San ignored the energy being transferred from Ye Fan Sword into his own body. Without hesitation, he turned and sprinted back to where he had come from.
The other Martial Gods dared not move a muscle. They had witnessed Lin San's overwhelming power and feared they would be next if they tried to contest him for the Soul Restoration Grass.
Back at the original site, the Soul Restoration Grass was still there, untouched.
Lin San knelt, his body trembling slightly with excitement, his breathing heavy.
With utmost care, he gently dug out the Soul Restoration Grass, ensuring the roots and surrounding soil remained intact.
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