I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The god's heart trembled violently.

A feeling of pity that had been dormant for a long time suddenly surged into my heart like a tide.

Ignoring the surging blood within him, he leaped forward with lightning speed, carrying Xiaomei away from the chaotic center of the battlefield—

They carefully placed her under a sturdy ancient tree.

"Stay here—"

"Don't move."

After settling Xiaomei in—

The divine general suddenly turned around, his tiger eyes filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to burn this entire world to ashes.

at this time--

The Ice Emperor's sinister and terrifying snow-blood claws have struck again!

The countless claw shadows, carrying a chilling cold that freezes the soul, followed him relentlessly, sealing off all his escape routes.

"court death--!"

The god's eyes widened in fury, and with a roar, his ten fingers spread wide—

The crimson finger energy poured out like a rain of blood, carrying a resolute and tragic domineering aura, colliding wildly with the sinister snow claws that filled the sky.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang—!

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the valley, reverberating between the deep cliffs and creating mournful echoes.

however--

Snow Blood Claw is the ultimate technique of Tianmen Zhihan, and it is naturally able to counter his fire and thunder qi.

Furthermore, the general was severely injured by the Poison Dragon Drill in his back, causing a slight stagnation in the flow of his internal energy.

In just a few dozen moves, he was already showing signs of defeat under the opponent's overwhelming offensive.

"Divine General—your death is nigh!"

The Ice Emperor sneered repeatedly, his laughter sounding particularly jarring in the cold wind.

His attacks became increasingly fierce, each claw strike bringing with it a chilling gust of wind.

At this critical juncture between life and death—

Xiaomei suddenly let out a terrified scream:

"uncle--!!"

God glanced at him out of the corner of his eye—

Several boulders, shattered by the force of the earlier impact, were seen tumbling down the mountainside with a whooshing sound, hurtling straight toward the ancient tree where Xiaomei was!

"Xiaomei—!!"

The god's eyes widened in horror, and his unwavering determination to protect others instantly overwhelmed his fear of death.

He disregarded everything and forcefully reversed the surging internal energy within his body, rushing towards Xiaomei!

In the nick of time—

He used his entire back to block the rolling rubble.

Pfft—!

Just as the god was about to use his flesh and blood to block the boulder—

The Ice Emperor's extremely vicious Snow Blood Claw had silently imprinted itself on his back!

In an instant—blood splattered!

From the deep, bone-revealing wound, bright red blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining the already tattered coarse cloth garment.

"snort--"

The Ice Emperor stood high in the void, looking down at the void with eyes full of mockery and disdain.

"Women—they really are an obstacle for someone as strong as you!"

"Yeah……?"

The god slowly raised his head.

His voice was hoarse and deep, like a murmur from the deepest part of the netherworld, exuding a madness and determination that sent chills down one's spine.

"In your eyes—she might just be a burden—"

But in my eyes—

"She is my only thought in this chaotic world."

A dormant, world-destroying demonic energy within the god's body suddenly ignited wildly, like oil being poured onto a raging fire.

This was an almost self-destructive outburst.

Like a setting sun, bursting forth with its last crimson rays just before disappearing below the horizon—

With a devastating and tragic beauty, it unleashed an unprecedented and terrifying power.

"Give me--"

"roll--!!!"

The god suddenly turned around—

In an instant, the extremely violent aura caused the surrounding air to freeze.

He gathered all the remaining life essence in his right hand.

Five fingers, like hooks, glowing with a blazing red light—like a falling meteor—struck the Ice Emperor's right shoulder head-on at close range!

boom--!!!

Crimson flames shot into the sky!

It instantly engulfed the Ice Emperor's chilling figure, drawing a poignant arc in the pitch-black night.

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the heavy clouds, echoing through the deathly silent valley and startling countless roosting birds.

As the dazzling flames gradually faded—

Ice Emperor flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, flying more than ten feet away before crashing heavily into the hard rock wall, shaking off countless pieces of rock and raising clouds of dust.

His entire right arm—

It was actually shattered by the divine general's earth-shattering counterattack in his dying moments!

The broken edge was charred black and emitted a nauseating burnt smell.

Crimson blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining the rocks beneath their feet, a horrifying sight.

"Damn it... this guy..."

"How can he still unleash such power..."

The Ice Emperor's face was ashen, and veins bulged on his forehead.

The intense pain nearly made him faint on the spot.

He stared intently at the distant figure that stood as unyielding as a demon god—

For the first time, his normally sinister eyes revealed a deep-seated fear and trembling.

The divine general was now at his last gasp, his life force exhausted.

He was clinging to his last breath, sustained only by an unwavering determination to protect.

He scooped up the still-shaken Xiaomei in his arms, his movements as swift as lightning—

It transformed into a mournful afterimage, speeding away into the deep, endless darkness in the distance.

"Lord Ice King..."

"Should we give chase?"

A Tianmen expert stepped forward tremblingly and asked in a shaking voice—

He was clearly terrified by the horrific scene he had just witnessed.

"Chase my ass!"

The Ice Emperor's face contorted, and a low growl, like that of a wounded beast, escaped his throat.

He pressed hard on the wound on his severed arm, and bright red blood gushed out between his fingers, mixing with the cold sweat rolling down his forehead and dripping onto the cold rock.

In his sinister eyes, a venomous fire danced wildly—

It seemed as if it wanted to burn away the pitch-black night.

"Healing is the priority...retreat!"

The Ice Emperor knew that although the God General was only in his final moments, his earth-shattering counterattack had completely shattered his courage.

In this eerie and chilling darkness—

If he were to rashly continue pursuing them, there was no guarantee that the other party wouldn't, in their despair, drag him down into an abyss of no return.

The experts of Tianmen dared not be negligent in the slightest, escorting the heavily injured Ice Emperor as they hastily retreated from the blood-soaked mountain path—

All that remained was a scene of devastation and a lingering stench of blood.

The river wind was chilly, and a cold mist shrouded the river.

A lone awning boat rested quietly at the desolate ferry crossing, gently rocking with the waves of the river, emitting a dull and monotonous creaking sound.

It sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night—like the low weeping of a lonely soul.

The god carried Xiaomei and walked over with faltering steps.

Every step—

A shocking bloody footprint would be left underfoot, appearing particularly poignant under the pale moonlight.

He had long since lost sensation from the wound in his back.

Only a chilling, venomous claw-like force, as sharp as a venomous snake, was frantically gnawing at the remaining life force within him—

It slowly eroded his soul, pushing him toward the abyss of death.

"Xiaomei..."

"Don't be afraid... Uncle will take you away now..."

The god murmured softly, his voice hoarse and broken, scattered in the desolate river wind, sounding so pale and powerless.

Those eyes, once so domineering and decisive, were now filled with an unprecedented tenderness and sorrow.

It was as if only at the very end of his life did this demon god finally rediscover a trace of long-lost humanity.

only--

The girl in his arms, chilled to the bone, had already fallen silent.

It was so quiet it was heartbreaking.

That delicate and youthful face was ashen white, covered by a thin layer of frost.

Under the cold moonlight, there was a deathly silence that evoked despair.

Those eyes, always timid yet filled with trust for him—

At this moment, it is tightly closed, never to open again, never to reflect the prosperity and desolation of this world.

The god seemed completely unaware—

Still dragging its heavy body, it staggered towards the lone boat.

Each step he took seemed to exhaust the last bit of strength deep within his soul.

"Xiaomei...look..."

"The boat is just ahead..."

"Once we're on the ship... we'll go somewhere where nobody knows us..."

"Uncle will teach you to read..."

"I'll buy you the most beautiful clothes..."

"And the lanterns you said you wanted to see last time—"

"Uncle will take you to see it this Mid-Autumn Festival..."

With each word uttered—

A stream of bright red blood mixed with ice shards gushed from his mouth, a horrifying sight.

That once terrifying, world-destroying demonic body, which instilled fear throughout the entire martial world, is now on the verge of complete collapse—

Like a flickering candle in the wind, it teeters on the brink of collapse.

The fire and thunder energy within his body had already been completely burned away in the previous fierce battle.

Instead, there is the extremely cold true energy that is all-pervasive and insidious to the extreme.

The cold poison, like a carbuncle clinging to the bone, froze his meridians inch by inch, solidifying his blood—ruthlessly stripping away his last remaining life force.

That awning boat—

It was clearly only a few steps away.

The god's body suddenly stiffened.

It was frozen in time under this desolate and chilling moonlight.

He lowered his head with difficulty, gazing at Xiaomei, who was already cold in his arms;

With difficulty, he raised his eyes and glanced at the ship's gunwale, so close yet seemingly worlds apart—

A bittersweet yet relieved smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"Xiaomei..."

"Uncle... is tired..."

The stark white frost, like the tentacles of death, spread rapidly.

Starting from the feet—skipping over the knees—flowing down to the waist—

Finally, it climbed onto that face filled with both domineering presence and exhaustion, freezing everything in time.

The cool moonlight poured down like water.

Riverside —

There is now an ice sculpture, crystal clear yet exuding endless sorrow.

The god remained tightly embracing her, holding the girl close in his arms—

It was as if it were burning its last bit of warmth to warm its already cold body.

Until death—never stop.

A generation of war god—

In the end, it turned into the eternal ice on this riverbank.

I sit and watch the river flow on and on, only my lone boat adrift.

The leaves fell softly to the ground.

The scene was one of indescribable desolation and bleakness.