Chapter 490: The Ice Demon God
[It’s zero point zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-one in ten billion trillion quadrillion.] The Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa offered these comforting words.
There was, of course, a difference between zero and a number so infinitesimally small it might as well be zero.
Firstly, villains in manga and novels who boasted about their opponents having zero chance of winning were always defeated. Secondly, anyone who would utter such a ridiculously specific number wasn’t a villain, but simply… not very bright.
Nu Yan Huoshan, after a moment of stunned silence, a single bead of sweat trickling down its fiery form, finally processed the insult.
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But… was it truly hopeless…?
The Frozen Calamity, an eternal member of the Six Disasters… its power must be unimaginable, far surpassing any opponent it had ever faced.
And that ridiculously specific percentage… it couldn’t be wrong. Therefore, the important thing now was… how much could it achieve against a true Disaster, a being at the apex of the spirit world?!
Nu Yan Huoshan’s aura intensified, the flames within its core burning hotter.
Boom!!!
A torrent of fire, like a volcanic eruption, a reverse waterfall of flames, shot towards the sky, a deafening roar, the earth shaking, the crimson clouds turning to ash.
The surrounding mountains and buildings within a radius of hundreds of kilometers were flattened, the landscape a desolate wasteland.
Nu Yan Huoshan’s attack, fueled by its fury, its killing intent, was thousands of times stronger than before, its flames engulfing the Frozen Calamity.
However, the purple doll, seemingly unfazed, rode the wave of fire, surfing casually on the molten lava.
The Frozen Calamity, the Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa…
Watching the doll’s nonchalant demeanor, cracks appeared on Nu Yan Huoshan’s fiery orb form.
The Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa, Harbinger of the Frozen Calamity, one of the Six Disasters, was like a myth, its existence unrecorded, its name forgotten by the current generation.
However, Nu Yan Huoshan, a survivor from the ancient past, having witnessed the rise and fall of countless realms, remembered.
It had been before even the rise of the Cold Deer King, shortly after the end of the mythical era, during the early days of the Disaster Rings.
The Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa, chief of the Nine Nethers, servant of the mythical Snow Prison, had suddenly gone berserk, destroying four Sacred Domains in an instant, then vanished without a trace, seemingly forgotten.
A single moment of destruction, earning it a place among the Six Disasters.
The Unbreakable Four Shields, created in response.
Such power, such swift and widespread destruction, defying logic, beyond comprehension… how had it achieved such a feat?
As if having frozen time, then casually strolling through the realms, one by one, reducing them to rubble.
It remained a mystery, but shortly after this incident, the title of the Unbreakable Four Shields was established.
After all, with the mythical beings gone, and order yet to be restored, these powerful beings, unchecked, posed a significant threat to the spirit world.
The Unbreakable Four Shields, created to protect the Sacred Domains!
At this moment, facing the terrifying Frozen Calamity, Nu Yan Huoshan didn’t know how far it could push it.
Its battle techniques, its spirit diagram, its Moon Soul… or perhaps a final, all-out, desperate gamble…?
Bang!
The next second, Nu Yan Huoshan’s fiery orb form shattered, revealing a small, delicate Fire Spirit, its true body no larger than a human hair.
The flames danced and swirled as the Fire Spirit raised its two fiery hands towards the purple doll, surfing casually amidst the flames.
Boom!!!
A wave of intense heat, distorting the air, turning the ground beneath the purple doll to ash.
Although not a fatal blow, it was enough to knock the doll off balance, sending it tumbling into the sea of fire.
After a long moment, the Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa, its horns singed, its eyes watering, its expression one of mild annoyance, emerged.
Still not taking it seriously…?
No, it was more like it couldn’t afford to let the Frozen Calamity get serious.
Nu Yan Huoshan’s excitement and anticipation faded, replaced by a grim determination. It was just a candidate for the Boom Calamity. Even the true Boom Calamity, or the even more terrifying Destruction Calamity, might not be a match for the Frozen Calamity.
And it wasn’t referring to this strange purple doll, but to the ancient Ice Demon God, its previous incarnation, a being whose power had terrified even Lost Realm beings.
The Snow Monarch, the White Moon Lord, the Lord of the Nether Spring, the Lord of Eternal Winter.
The Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa, the Extinguishing Tide, Never Forget Autumn Water, the Emperor of the Withered Sea.
Even among the Eight Divine Generals of the Water-Moon Alliance, the Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa had been the most feared, its power so destructive that even its own allies suffered heavy casualties.
“Frozen Calamity, I know I can’t defeat you!”
“But since I’m going to die anyway, can you at least give me a good fight? I want to witness true power, even if it’s beyond my reach!”
Hearing Nu Yan Huoshan’s desperate plea, the Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa glanced at Shui Yuefei, its expression slightly troubled.
It wasn’t deliberately toying with its opponent. It simply hadn’t received any spirit energy from its master and couldn’t even unleash its Disaster Ring.
And so, as Nu Yan Huoshan glared at it, its face contorted in a mask of frustrated disbelief, the purple doll simply put its hands to its face, stuck out its tongue, and made a face.
“…”
“…”
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!”
The next second, a volcanic eruption, Nu Yan Huoshan, enraged, unleashing its full power, the flames around the small Fire Spirit intensifying, a scorching heat that incinerated everything for tens of millions of kilometers, the landscape a desolate wasteland.
“Since you won’t take me seriously, I’ll force you to!”
Nu Yan Huoshan’s aura, now at its peak, even the Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa’s doll-like body seemed to melt slightly under the intense heat.
But it remained nonchalant, its delicate hands slowly pulling apart, a shimmering, purple, crystalline cube materializing.
The Ice Banquet Cold Rakshasa’s spirit diagram, revealed for the first time!!!
