novelraw Chapter 459: The New Great Wall of the Northern Frontier
Chapter 459: The New Great Wall of the Northern Frontier
The dark-gold humanoid figure violently twisted, transforming into a heaven-devouring, earth-swallowing giant maw. An even more terrifying suction force emanated, aiming not only to devour energy and matter but also Mo Yuan's law traces, Zhang Daoxuan's Tai Chi domain...
Even light, sound, and the sense of time began to blur, about to be forcibly plundered!
"Cease."
The Grand Elder spoke.
Only a single word, his voice flat, neither loud nor soft.
The instant this word left his mouth.
The expanding giant maw's momentum of expansion abruptly stalled.
Only then did the Grand Elder slowly raise his right hand, pointing his index finger lightly at the frozen giant maw.
Mo Yuan and Zhang Daoxuan both clearly sensed.
A "negating" will, transcending their comprehension, had descended.The giant maw formed from Mammon's incarnation began to dissipate silently from the point touched by the fingertip, like a pencil sketch being erased by an eraser.
Returning to the most primitive nothingness.
No matter how it struggled or how it urged the Authority of Greed, it could not stop this conceptual-level disintegration.
Ultimately, the dark-gold humanoid figure vanished completely.
From start to finish, the three Half-step Transcendents had not made any grand movements, nor was there the slightest hint of exertion.
Mo Yuan dispersed the ink traces around him.
Zhang Daoxuan retracted his Tai Chi phantom.
The Grand Elder still looked like that youth, in dark robes with black hair, his eyes empty, as if he had merely done a trivial, insignificant thing.
He gazed into the depths of the mist.
"Not enough."
The Grand Elder murmured softly to himself, unclear whether he was referring to the power of Mammon's incarnation or something else.
The crisis in the Western Border was temporarily resolved in the hands of these three nearly inhuman existences.
But they all understood, this was merely a tentative contact before the arrival of the true storm.
...
The flames of war in the Northern Border did not cease because of the miracle at Frost Wolf Fortress.
The erosion of the mist was like maggots clinging to bone.
Along the lengthy border line, new breaches were constantly being torn open.
New Calamity-level existences, smelling the blood, manifested from the chaos, casting the shadow of death upon the fortresses struggling to hold on.
What was different from before was.
Now, the Northern Border had an additional streak of dark-red flowing light.
This flowing light became the most anticipated signal for the Northern Border defenders in their despair.
The Ice-Crack Valley defense line was on the verge of collapse under the trampling of two Calamity-level Frost Colossi. The defending commander was already prepared to detonate the core and perish together with the enemy.
The dark-red flowing light tore through the sky, descending with formidable force.
The Flame of Destruction transformed into a sky-covering, earth-blanketing net of fire, burning away the soul-freezing frost breath. Two condensed flame spears, like the javelins of death, accurately pierced into the cores of the colossi.
In just a quarter of an hour, the two previously arrogant colossi turned into soaring black ash.
The flowing light did not pause in the slightest. Amidst the earth-shaking cheers of the defenders, it swept towards the horizon.
The walls of Snow Burial Pass were being shredded to pieces by an elusive, unpredictable Frost Wind Wraith. The defenders couldn't even pinpoint the enemy's exact location, forced to passively endure the attacks.
Once again, that flowing light appeared above the pass.
The newcomer's golden vertical pupils directly locked onto an area of empty sky within the blizzard that seemed completely normal. He threw a punch.
The Flame of Destruction was condensed to an extreme, piercing into that void like a drill.
A shrill, piercing mental shriek instantly rang out.
The concealed wraith was forcibly forced to reveal its form, writhing madly under the scorching of the Flame of Destruction before ultimately dissipating completely.
From arrival to execution, it took only a few dozen breaths.
The defenders of Snow Burial Pass watched the figure departing once more, many of them not yet having recovered from their despair.
This flowing light was, naturally, Su Zhan.
His combat style was simple, brutal, and efficient.
Lock onto the target, overwhelm with the Flame of Destruction, absorb the Life Essence, then leave.
The entire process flowed smoothly, without the slightest delay.
He seemed not to know what fatigue was, the energy within his body appearing inexhaustible.
This was not without reason.
Other Ocean Realm powerheads rushing to aid various locations, every time they fought against Calamity-level creatures of the same tier or stronger, regardless of victory or defeat, inevitably suffered immense consumption.
Spiritual Energy, mental strength, injuries—all required long periods of meditation and recuperation, consuming recovery resources to slowly recover.
After a major battle, resting for several days or even dozens of days was common.
But Su Zhan was completely different.
The Life Essence originating from high-level Mist Creatures was, for him, a more potent supplement than any spiritual pill or miraculous medicine.
With every kill, the vast, pure energy surging into his body not only instantly replenished all consumption from the battle and healed all injuries.
The surplus energy was like a raging flood, continuously widening his meridians, solidifying his foundation, and pushing his cultivation steadily deeper into the Calamity Sixth Stage.
Combat, for him, was not a drain, but rather the most efficient form of cultivation and resupply.
Others grew weaker the more they fought; he grew stronger.
His condition always remained at its peak.
Every strike was more fierce than the last.
Such characteristics made Su Zhan a unique existence on the Northern Border battlefield.
He was like a never-ceasing killing machine.
Wherever the most dangerous breach appeared, he would appear there.
The Dark-red Reaper...
The Northern Border Wandering Dragon...
The Undying War God...
One title after another, filled with awe, circulated among the surviving defenders of various Northern Border battlefields.
His reputation was no longer confined to the miracle of Snow Peak Fortress, but spread like wildfire across the entire Northern Border defense line, becoming the strongest symbol for stabilizing military morale.
As long as that dark-red flowing light had not stopped.
As long as Su Zhan was still patrolling the skies of the Northern Border.
It meant hope was not yet extinguished; it meant the most dangerous enemies would ultimately be slain.
Under his frenzied rushing and efficient hunting, the originally precarious situation of the Northern Border defense line was forcibly stabilized.
The casualty rate began to drop significantly, the number of collapsing fortresses was effectively controlled, and some regions even launched small-scale counterattacks.
The pressure on the Northern Border, because of Su Zhan's unreasonable existence, suddenly lessened.
Everyone understood this was not a long-term solution; the mist's offensive was endless.
But as long as Su Zhan could still fight, the sky of the Northern Border would not collapse for now.
He alone seemed to have become the Northern Border's new Great Wall.
Amidst the nearly endless slaughter and rushing on the Northern Border battlefield.
Nourished by the continuous stream of Life Essence from Calamity-level Mist Creatures.
Su Zhan's strength climbed madly.
Ocean Realm Seventh Stage!
Calamity Seventh Stage!
Both power systems simultaneously stepped into the later stages, producing a certain wonderful resonance.
At this moment, Su Zhan hovered within the Northern Border's cold wind, clenching his fist slightly.
His perception became even sharper. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, the energy flows, life auras, and even the faintest ripples in space within a hundred-mile radius were clearly reflected in his mind.
Regarding the positioning of his own strength, he also had a clearer understanding.
"Calamity Eighth Stage..."
Su Zhan's eyes were confident: "If I encounter one again, I have absolute confidence in killing it head-on!"
This was not arrogance.
The strength of dual Seventh Stages, plus the Flame of Destruction's natural suppression of Mist Creatures, along with the two heaven-defying abilities, Future Vision and Time Remolding, was enough to give him an absolute advantage over the vast majority of Calamity Eighth Stages.
And even when facing a Calamity Ninth Stage...
"I also have the power to fight. At the very least, relying on Time Remolding and Time Acceleration, I stand undefeated. Killing me would be difficult! If the opponent shows the slightest flaw, it's not impossible for me to fight and achieve victory!"
Su Zhan's eyes were confident.
A sliver of opportunity.
Though slim, this meant he had truly stepped onto the pinnacle of this world's individual martial power pyramid.