Catastrophic necromancer

Chapter 4484: Wretched and Disgusting

The void around Lin Moyu was also frozen, and to a much higher degree than what Tang Feng’s group was experiencing.

Lin Moyu stood right atop the ancient ice, taking the brunt of it all.

By all rights, with his Minor Completion chaos realm, he should have been frozen to death in an instant. Technique is technique, but cultivation is cultivation these are not the same.

But reality was wildly different: what Tang Feng saw contradicted all his expectations.

Faced with ice meant to freeze all, Lin Moyu simply punched, again and again. Each punch shattered mountains of ice.

After only a few punches, he had opened a zone around himself, within which not a single block of ice remained whole.

The punches seemed ordinary, but the force was far beyond what the Tang God Sword Formation could produce even with the Dark God Pearl, it didn’t compare.

“How is he so strong!”

Tang Feng couldn’t fathom it. This was Minor Completion, yet each blow surpassed Perfection.

It wasn’t just defying the heavens this was beyond absurd, breaking the rules of chaos itself.

After clearing space, Lin Moyu’s body erupted in undying fire, turning his sector into a sea of flames.

Waves of gray mist swept outward, constantly corroding the surrounding ice and expanding Lin Moyu’s domain.

The being inside the ancient ice couldn’t do anything to Lin Moyu with its cold.

Tang Feng kept glancing at Lin Moyu while controlling the sword formation, retreating farther and farther out until he was over ten billion miles from the ancient ice land and couldn’t make out Lin Moyu’s figure.

The ancient ice was so vast, however, that it remained clearly visible.

He saw the ancient ice start to move. This birthplace of the Cold Toad clan, shrouded for eternity in chill, now stirred.

Frost spilled everywhere, swelling boulders fused together to form a monstrous beast.

The beast looked half like a Cold Toad, half like something else Tang Feng had never seen.

Just glimpsing it made Tang Feng feel mortal dread a chill in his soul, instantly icing over the outside of his spirit.

“Don’t look!”

Tang Bing’s voice broke in; Tang Feng snapped his eyes shut and instantly felt the chill subside.

Opening them again, he saw the others had all closed theirs too.

Tang Bing whispered, “That’s what I touched in the divination it nearly killed me.”

Tang Feng now understood the terror that thing was beyond his comprehension.

“What is it?”

Tang Bing replied, “I don’t know. It’s probably an ancient being, or maybe the self awareness of the ancient ice itself, merged with a Cold Toad clan member, granting it intelligence.”

“Before, it had always been dormant. This time, all the commotion woke it up. I sense its power exceeds normal Perfection.”

Tang Bing had only ever seen Perfection level experts, so his guess was conservative.

Tang Feng said, “That’s not the important part what matters is how Daoist Lin fights it.”

Tang Bing answered, “He’ll surely have a method. Still, we should pull back even more the aftermath could easily kill us.”

Tang Feng agreed, “Alright, let’s retreat some more. If anything happens, I’ll distract it while you take the Dark God Pearl and the others and run.”

This time Tang Bing didn’t argue; he understood that retrieving the Dark God Pearl mattered most.

They retreated the sword formation another ten billion miles, watching from afar.

The beast finished forming in front of Lin Moyu, its chill surging anew, pushing back the energy of death and compressing Lin Moyu’s space.

Lin Moyu stood motionless, simply watching, waiting for the monster to finish.

Chaos Child sneered, “If that thing could see what it’s become, it’d lose its mind.”

Little Tree nodded, “It really is hideous. Even the Cold Ancient Behemoth wasn’t attractive, but at least it wasn’t so wretched.”

This fragment of the Cold Ancient Behemoth, after fusing with a Cold Toad, became grotesque and even nauseating.

Its aura finally stabilized its soul flame flickering. Lin Moyu guessed it was now at the level of a top tier Perfection, maybe a bit stronger, but not by much.

Compared to the Wine Sovereign, he felt the latter had a greater chance of victory.

Killing the thing wouldn’t be easy the body was too hard, impossible for Perfection experts to break.

The Cold Toad massacre earlier was just scraping off its “dust;” it wasn’t even a scratch.

The behemoth glared at Lin Moyu, blue eyes burning with the whitest, most murderous blue.

“Roar!”

A blast of freezing force barreled at Lin Moyu, shattering death energy, cutting through undying fire, aiming to pulverize him.

“Ascend!”

With a low shout, Lin Moyu’s aura soared he instantly reached the peak of Great Completion, a hair from Perfection.

His body and soul, already maxed out, rose by another ten percent or so.

At this level, even a ten percent gain was like leaping a whole minor realm for anyone else.

His foundation couldn’t be compared to ordinary cultivators he was even stronger at this stage of chaos than old time Supremes had been.

He transformed into a giant and threw a punch!

This was the strongest punch he’d ever thrown he didn’t even know where his own limit was, but decided now was a good chance to test it.

Neither side had a domain, so it was pure brute force a fair contest.

To Tang Feng’s eye, a giant materialized in the void, raised a fist, and smashed through the ice, striking the beast.

The whole void shook, chaos seemed about to shatter.

Massive stretches of space were crushed and revealed the abyss beneath a dozen vortexes spinning, like bottomless pits.

That punch etched itself in the memory of everyone present; even in ten thousand years, when they reach Perfection, none will forget it.

That fist devastated everything, splintering chaos and hammering the beast, sending it flying.

It cracked open rifts ran across its body, though they closed quickly and the behemoth howled in pain.

Lin Moyu’s fist contained not just physical but spiritual power.

That same soul force followed, transforming into a giant fist that pounded into the monster’s soul, raining down like a squall.

Earlier, World Burning Flame had traced the way, letting Lin Moyu pinpoint the soul’s location.

His soul attacks were as straightforward as his physical ones pure overwhelming force.

The behemoth’s flesh was hard enough to resist most of the pounding, suffering only shallow cracks.

But its spirit was far weaker repeated soul barrages left it helpless.

Unable to control its own body, it reeled as Lin Moyu pressed the attack, fists following up.

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