Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 645 Once you're here, none of you are leaving.

"Luokhan?! No!!"

His roar was more ferocious than ever before, filled with disbelief and overwhelming killing intent.

The pinnacle of intermediate-level gods! His most capable general, the one with the best chance of ascending to higher-level gods, had actually fallen just like that?!
But these were all just idle chatter, and that wasn't the main point. What shocked him the most was that Lockman was really going all out.

Lockman was also deeply shaken.

Although he was under restraint, his mind remained.

Xu Yunfan actually managed to kill a mid-level god peak in an instant amidst the army of thousands.

This strength and ruthlessness...

Lockman felt a chill run down his spine, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue.

The situation is beyond repair.

He looked at Buss's face, twisted with rage, a cold, stiff curve forming at the corner of his mouth beneath the icy mist, tinged with a bitter madness.

"Buthers, do you see this? This is the price for provoking my Winter Pantheon! Today, one of us will fall completely!"

Things were completely out of control, but he had to keep playing the role.

That way, there's still a glimmer of hope.

May the Lord of Nature watch over this place.

Lockman prayed silently.

That mournful cry of a fallen god instantly shattered the last shred of hope and restraint in the hearts of all the deities.

The fall of a mid-level god clearly told all the participants on both sides.

This is not the kind of friction that used to occur when people fought for religious territory, nor is it a tentative border conflict.

This is a life-or-death battle to completely destroy the opponent's divine foundation.

There is no possibility of any further reservations.

The gods were deeply moved. Because of their divine status, they possessed long lifespans and naturally feared death.

They can be affiliated with either pantheon, but breaking away requires a huge price, and may even require abandoning their divine status and identity.

Therefore, the only option is to fight to the death.

"Roar!"

"kill!"

"For the glory of winter (the gale)!"

After a brief period of deathly silence, an even more violent and devastating eruption followed.

All the gods were blinded by rage, and there was no more testing or reservation.

The divine power burned recklessly, and the divine magic was pushed to its limit.

The collision between frost and gale escalated instantly.

The explosions from the collision of the territories rose and fell in waves, each one like a miniature sun rising over an ice field.

The earth cracked and shattered amidst wailing, and the sky was torn to pieces by violent energy.

The barbarian warriors and wind riders of the Ice Plains fell in droves like wheat being harvested, only to be overwhelmed by the surging waves of new warriors.

Life becomes incredibly cheap at this moment, and only the will and power of the gods and their laws govern destruction.

Xu Yunfan navigated through the chaotic energy turbulence.

He avoided the devastating area of ​​the battlefield of the higher gods. Once he killed Busus, the gods under the Gale pantheon would most likely scatter and flee.

His targets were mid-level and lower-level gods who were engaged in fierce battles, had exhausted their divine power, or were already injured.

Seriously, it's just like harvesting chives; you can easily get a harvest with a simple scoop.

The Star Spirit Banner flickered with an eerie light. Each time it lit up, it meant that another remnant divine soul was quietly drawn into the banner, becoming resources to strengthen the Zhou Tian Star Array.

He could be used by both friend and foe. He hid in the shadows, concealing himself with the secret art of cause and effect, and subtly deflecting the perception of the gods on the battlefield, making them unable to detect him.

He was reaping the fruits of the divine war he had personally ignited with precision and efficiency, and the immortal golden nature within his body was slowly and steadily accumulating under the operation of the Divine Firmament Refining Cauldron.

With each death of a deity, he could harvest a wisp of pure, immortal gold from the element.

The immortal gold element refined within his body is also increasing.

Seventeen strands, twenty strands, twenty-three strands...

As time went on, under Lockman's almost desperate and frenzied approach...

The blue light surrounding Bussus trembled violently, like a candle flickering in the wind.

His senses swept wildly across the chaotic icy battlefield. The dozens of mid-level and low-level god auras belonging to the Winter and Gale pantheons, which had been clashing fiercely, disappeared one after another in a short period of time, as if swallowed by an invisible giant maw.

It wasn't just being defeated, it wasn't just being severely damaged, it was being utterly annihilated.

Along with the marks of divinity and the soul, they were erased from the law network of the world of Attila, leaving only the lingering echoes of the falling gods dissipating at the level of law.

"No, that's impossible, Lockman!"

Buss roared, his face contorted with extreme shock as the storm gathered.

He turned his head sharply and finally caught sight of the ghostly figure flitting about on the edge of the battlefield.

Tatus, no, it's the guy disguised as Tatus!

A dark banner flashed from the opponent's sleeve, and the last struggling lower-level wind god was sucked into it like a wisp of smoke, without even a ripple.

The entire battlefield, except for the two high gods Lockman and Bussus who were fiercely fighting, and the legion of believers below who were completely unaware of what was happening and were still fighting out of inertia, the battle at the level of the gods completely quieted down.

The two sides had a total of over thirty mid-level and low-level gods, the core members of the Gale God System and the Eternal Frozen Royal Court accumulated over many years, along with the cannon fodder of the Winter God System driven by Lockman, all of whom were wiped out in such a short time.

An unprecedented fear gripped Buss's heart in an instant.

The opponent's methods were completely beyond His understanding of divine warfare.

This is hardly a war.

This is a hunt for the gods!

He didn't even have time to be angry; the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

The core of the Gale pantheon is Hebusus.

As long as He lives, even if He escapes this place and spends a long time rebuilding His pantheon, the gale will still be able to sweep across the Northern Plains.

They didn't even have time to utter any harsh words.

In the blink of an eye, Busus's surrounding wind pressure suddenly contracted, instantly transforming into a beam of azure divine light that almost merged into the spatial turbulence, about to tear through the void and escape.

However, at the very moment He invoked divine power.

"Zhou Tian Xuan Qiong Locking Array, activate!"

Xu Yunfan's voice rang out.

hum!
The world became dark.

Countless mysterious runes drawn with purple-gold lightning suddenly lit up from the void nodes around the icy battlefield, connecting with each other and instantly weaving into a huge three-dimensional network covering an area of ​​dozens of miles.

The sky was forcibly distorted and solidified, as if it had been cast with an invisible layer of purple-gold thunder copper.

The azure divine light that Busus transformed into crashed hard against the invisible magic array barrier, bursting out with dazzling light and a muffled roar. It was forcefully bounced back to its original position, and the wind god's power scattered in all directions.

"what?!"

Busus was horrified. He forced himself to stabilize his collapsing divine power and stared incredulously at the purple-gold cage around him, which was filled with destructive lightning patterns.

This is definitely not the power of the world of Attila!
The core principles and logic of the magic array that confines space are incompatible with divine authority.

What terrified Him even more was that Lockman had silently ceased his attack, withdrawn his winter power, and stood beside the one who had been reaping the gods in the shadows in a posture He had never imagined, bowing his head in an almost humble manner, like the most obedient servant.

(End of this chapter)