Chapter 6: True Frost North Snow (5)
“d*mn it! Did we fail?!”
Fu Yetian slammed his fists into the ground repeatedly, with bl**d trickling down his fingers, completely oblivious to the crimson waterfall.
Lady Rong Ji quickly hugged Fu Yetian, exclaiming, “It’s not your fault! We did everything we could!”
“Cursed it! Cursed it! Why is nothing working?”
Fu Yetian peered through the magical scrying mirror at the Sky Tower, still hoping for a miracle to unfold.
But the Female Emperor remained silent, and just as the magical formation was activated, it crumbled into dust. This caused the Ji Shen Left Guardian, who was filled with hope, to see everything turn black before him. He promptly spat out a mouthful of bl**d.
Logic dictated that after a year and a half of setting up the magical formation, they had improved it to the point where it didn’t require sacrifices through d*ath anymore.
After all, the three races living beneath the Sky Tower totaled about 5 million people. They only needed to draw a bit of stamina from each individual, which wouldn’t harm the health of the citizens, to gather enough energy to change the tide.
This was the Female Emperor’s last safety net.
Should the situation turn irreversibly dire, Fu Yetian was supposed to activate the formation.
While this would render everyone except the Female Emperor combat-ineffective for a bit, she would then harness the strength of 5 million people to challenge the God of Annihilation one last time.
When the Female Emperor handed this heavy burden to Ji Shen, both Fu Yetian and Lady Rong Ji felt the weight of responsibility pressing down upon them.
They were essentially the last line of defense against the Divine Punishment and would never activate it unless absolutely necessary.
After all, a formation this outrageous could only be used once, and no one could risk the backlash of using it again – doing so would certainly lead to everyone’s obliteration.
And now, the situation had deteriorated to the point where activating the formation seemed mandatory. Yet, Fu Yetian hoped the Female Emperor would surge forward, eliminating their enemies with unstoppable force. Instead, the power they gathered was absorbed into her, and moments later, chaos ensued, causing the formation to suddenly break off.
Though the formation didn’t yield the desired effect, its side effects rendered everyone within the Sky Tower weak-kneed and collapsed to the ground.
What on earth happened?
People struggled to rise, but their bodies felt incredibly heavy.
Even the elite members of the three races, led by Niu Gan Dang and Cold Moon, fell onto the debris-strewn ground, unable to get back up for a long while.
d*mn!
Was this some sort of large-scale indiscriminate attack from the enemy?
Even with that indestructible gigantic umbrella, coupled with this seemingly hopeless universal assault, they had no resistance left to offer!
Ah well…
It seemed there was absolutely no possibility of victory against the gods.
The Day of Divine Punishment was the day of annihilation for all living beings; no one could escape d*ath’s grip.
Silence enveloped the scene, nearly everyone had lost their fighting spirit.
As night completely fell, people felt as if they’d been swallowed by a black hole, with no glimmer of hope left in their hearts.
“Hahaha, this is just ridiculous.”
Broad-eyed Heavenly King quickly realized this was a failed energy gathering attempt.
After all, the one who set up the energy-collecting contraption to imprison the Exiles above Thousand Bird City was none other than his brother, the Expanding Heavenly King. He wasn’t a master of this craft, but he knew something about its principles.
He never expected these ant-like people to unwittingly create a similar formation and attempt to fight back against Divine Punishment.
Unfortunately, not only did they fail midway, but they also triggered a massive backlash.
What a perfect gift that would allow him to easily annihilate all living beings!
“Say goodbye to the past!”
The gigantic umbrella began spinning rapidly again.
The exposed underground entrance was instantly yanked apart by a tremendous force, leading to feeble screams of terror from the people.
“Hahaha, d*e! Go d*e!”
The thought of completing his mission so smoothly, living up to the expectations of his three brothers, sent waves of joy through the Broad-eyed Heavenly King.
But just at that moment,
He suddenly felt an excruciating pain shooting through his chest.
In disbelief, Broad-eyed looked down to see a sharp black blade protruding from his chest, as if it had popped out of nowhere.
This… how could this be possible?
While he ranked last among the Four Heavenly Kings, he was still one of the Twenty Heavenly Lords in the Divine Realm.
How could a mere mortal dare to get that close?
Why hadn’t he felt a thing before the danger struck?
This can’t be true!
“Pfft…”
He spat out a plume of faint golden bl**d, lighting up the sky with a rainbow hue.
The once-black sky writhed with bizarre phenomena as colorful rays of light shot up like searchlights from the ground.
The Black Wind Sword withdrew from the Broad-eyed Heavenly King’s body.
Struggling, he turned to see Frost North Snow, her gaze icy as she looked back at him, her black dress and long hair dancing wildly in the wind.
In her hand, the black longsword glowed with a faint golden sheen, igniting a storm of emotions within Broad-eyed.
That was a symbol of divine power.
No, he had drained her memories; she should have lost all her strength!
And their formation failed midway! Where did Frost North Snow get such astonishing, terrifying power from?
This is absurd!
Frost North Snow didn’t seem interested in explaining. The Black Wind Sword raised menacingly again, pointing directly at his throat.
Broad-eyed staggered backward, feeling painfully inadequate against this woman.
Even if he threw everything he had at it, he knew he’d only be delaying his doom.
“I have three brothers, each stronger than me!
If you let me go, I might persuade them to spare everyone! But if you k*ll me, they won’t hesitate to move against you, teaming up to crush you completely! I’m not lying! I’m important to them!”
Faced with the relentless Frost North Snow, the Broad-eyed Heavenly King showed fear for the first time.
After living for tens of thousands of years in the Divine Realm, he thought he’d forgotten what fear was. Yet, in this moment of life and d*ath, that old instinct surged back, similar to how he felt when he struggled to survive in the mortal realm before becoming a god.
Is this what reincarnation feels like?
“Swish…”
That was the sound of the longsword slicing through the Broad-eyed King’s neck.
Even as he faced his demise, he never understood how Frost North Snow transformed from someone stripped of all power to someone far stronger than himself.
Was she truly not afraid of revenge from his three brothers?
Heh… after tens of thousands of years, he never thought his life would end today.
And the one killing him was a servant who once crawled at his feet, utterly obedient.
“Wow…”
The Broad-eyed Heavenly King coughed up a large mouthful of bl**d, plummeting into the raging flood.
The gods had fallen.
