Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 642 Entry Point

Dozens of miles away from the outbreak of this divine war, on a sheltered spot on an ice slope, a small adventure team of five humans was trudging along with difficulty.

They wore thick fur coats and armor, carried packs and weapons, and their faces bore the marks of long-term wilderness adventures.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a broken eyebrow and a scarred face, holding a two-handed greatsword. He suddenly stopped and stared in horror toward the direction of the Ice Crack Canyon.

"Oh my god! What is that?!"

A young professional in the group pointed into the distance, his voice trembling with fear.

In the direction of the canyon, the wind and snow were pushed aside by an invisible force, and the thick leaden clouds in the sky were torn apart by violent energy, creating huge holes.

A massive golden figure with three heads and six arms, its body wreathed in terrifying purple-gold lightning, was fiercely battling a pure white giant wolf the size of a mountain.

The roar of thunder and the wailing of the ice field intertwined, and even though they were more than ten miles apart, the overwhelming pressure, which seemed to destroy the world, still slammed into everyone's hearts like a giant hammer.

Every clash of fists and claws, every flash of lightning, was accompanied by a violent tremor of the earth and the deafening roar of distant icebergs collapsing.

The stray lightning bolts and frozen fragments of divine power occasionally streaked near them like meteors, blasting deep craters into the frozen ground and instantly freezing an area.

"It's the gods! The gods are fighting! This is a war of the gods!"

The old mage in the group was deathly pale, his staff trembling in his hand. He sensed the extremely violent elemental turbulence in the air and the fluctuations of laws far beyond the comprehension of mortals.

"It should be Lokan, the Ice Wolf God from the Northern Plains of Winter, and Tatus, the Thunder God. How could they be fighting here?!"

The scarred captain's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable fear.

As adventurers who make a living in the frigid northern plains, they are very familiar with the local legends and myths.

Right next to the desolate Northern Plains was a human empire.

"Captain, let's go! Get out of here! If we stay any longer, even a small gust of wind could turn us into dust!"

The young professional warrior almost cried; the premonition of death was so clear.

It wasn't that he was afraid of death; as an adventurer, living on the edge of life and death was a common occurrence.

But in the face of such a divine battle, mortals who dare to enter are simply courting death.

"Yes, go, go quickly! Get out of this area and run in the opposite direction, don't look back!"

The scarred captain made a quick decision, forcibly suppressing the shock and reluctance in his heart. After all, witnessing the battle of the gods was a legend, and as an adventurer, he naturally hoped to explore all kinds of legends.

This is a true miracle, something mortals rarely witness.

But survival was more important, he roared, ordering his team to turn and flee.

Like startled rabbits, the five of them burst into their fastest speed ever, scrambling and crawling as they fled for their lives away from the canyon, not daring to look once more at the mind-blowing battlefield of the gods.

Xu Yunfan's divine sense naturally detected the tiny adventure team, but at the moment his mind was elsewhere and he paid no attention to it.

The battle with Rokham was more like a test and a rehearsal.

After several rounds, he had completely figured out the wolf god's strength, its skillful use of ice magic, its fierce close combat, and its extremely strong fighting instincts.

However, compared to the pure power honed by the Divine Firmament True Scripture, the skills honed through countless trials in martial arts, and the combat awareness optimized to the extreme by his attribute panel, Luo Kan's strength at the peak of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage was still insufficient.

According to Attila's power system, this Ice Wolf God is at the peak of the middle-level god, and this change of divine office is probably seen as an opportunity for advancement.

However, if Xu Yunfan were Lockman, the commander of the Frozen Northern Plains, he would absolutely not let such a promotion go unchecked. Unfortunately, when Xu Yunfan contacted Lockman telepathically, the other party said he had no such intention.

How kind-hearted she is!
Xu Yunfan couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. If this were the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, anyone who dared to ask for the Golden Proof Dao position would immediately be secretly dealt with ruthlessly by a Golden Core True Monarch.

The channels for ascension in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm are all tightly controlled by those True Monarchs.

At least until now, in thousands of years, only Chunyang Zhenjun has successfully attained the Dao fruition.

"Tatus, you actually hid your strength?!"

Luokan was both shocked and furious. Its proud claws tore at the opponent's arm covered in lightning-patterned golden armor, leaving only a few shallow white marks. However, the opponent's thunderous punches could easily shatter its ice armor, causing its blood and qi to surge.

It felt as if it were caught in an invisible net, and the more it struggled, the tighter the net became.

Xu Yunfan's expression was indifferent.

"Why should I hide my strengths when dealing with you?"

Before he finished speaking, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and the power he had been holding back suddenly increased.

The two golden-armored arms that were directly confronting the giant claws suddenly exerted force, and the Fighting Word Technique and the Northern Purple Star Suppressing Qi were instantly amplified.

The power increased several times in an instant.

click!
boom!
A sickening cracking sound rang out.

The giant claw that Lokan had struck was forcibly bent back.

At the same time, Xu Yunfan's other arm formed a hand seal and shot out like lightning, the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal slamming into Luo Kan's side chest.

"puff!"

Luokan's massive body was violently thrown backward as if struck by an ancient giant elephant. His icy fur shattered and flew everywhere, and his sturdy ribs were clearly dented. He spat out a mouthful of divine blood mixed with ice shards, which was evaporated into blood mist by lightning in mid-air.

Its massive body crashed heavily onto the distant ice field, carving a deep furrow. Its divine power instantly dissipated, and its eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.

Xu Yunfan did not pursue. His Dharma Image stood still, the lightning around him receding, looking down at the giant wolf struggling to get up, his tone icy.

"Get out! I'll spare your life for Busters' sake. But if you dare set foot in my territory again, I'll shatter your godhood and annihilate your soul."

In the frigid northern plains, there are three high gods: Lockman, who rules the eternally frozen royal court; Busus, the god of wind; and Anya, the goddess of ice and snow.

This wolf was under the command of Bustus, the god of winds.

It is perfectly reasonable to start a pantheon dispute now, and then drag other pantheons into it, wouldn't that be perfect?
As Xu Yunfan pondered.

Lokan struggled to his feet, the excruciating pain in his chest and the disorder of his divine power making it almost impossible for him to maintain his enormous form.

It stared intently at the three-headed, six-armed golden-armored figure in the canyon with venomous resentment, its eyes filled with humiliation, anger, and a hint of deep-seated shock.

It couldn't understand why Tatus's power had become so terrifying in such a short time.

Its prized close-quarters combat skills proved utterly ineffective against its opponent.

"Roar……"

A low growl filled with endless hatred squeezed out from the depths of his throat. Lokan didn't say anything more, but his eyes said it all.

I will definitely be back!
(End of this chapter)