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The Second Era, Extreme North.

Years of snow and ice had left only one color for thousands of miles, a monotonous gray color that stretched as far as the eye could see, as if it could devour life.

Very few living beings could survive here. It was extremely cold and extremely low oxygen content. Even a god would find it difficult to restrain the kind of terrifying loneliness that existed in the sea of ice.

However, there lived a group of charming dancers. They sang and danced all day and night, each and every one of them as beautiful as a fairy. If one were to enter a busy city and randomly choose any one of them, they would become an existence that captivated all living things.

But they never ran away. They were like the warmest wine ever to be displayed in an ice wine set, burning the frozen world.

They were the followers of one of the Twelve Gods, Ice King Kana. They were the incarnations of the white demon fox, and they were named Ice Algaes.

They were so deeply loved by Kana that the Ice King was willing to give up her vast divine realm for them and instead choose to guard the Northern Region, where she had no interest whatsoever.

The calm time was not long. Niede Hogg returned, and Ice King Kana was well aware of his fate. In the face of the second god's dusk, Kana shed tears and acted like a tyrant as his hands rose and swords fell, and the algae of ice fell into a pool of blood.

He put down the fierce cold blade, holding it against his chest, his expression distorted with pain. He was like a lion that had gone crazy as he swung his sword towards the pillar at the top of Ice King Hall, the sharp aura actually split the pillar at that moment, the entire hall was trembling, as if he was crying for Kana.

He wiped off the golden-blue blood from the corner of his eyes and placed it between the brows of the ice algae. Like an emperor, he embraced her in his arms and chanted, "You and the Dao of heaven, I am the same with the heavens.

Yes, he understood that he might die tonight, his soul dead.

He also knew that his only weakness was the ice algae. If he let her go now, he would bury an irreparable bomb for himself.

However, he couldn't do anything. If he cut off the last demon fox, he would send away all his memories of this divine world.

He didn't want to do it. He would rather betray the world and plant the consequences ?

The gears of the Second World turned once again, and Bing Wang had to use his eleven siblings to carry out the Guardian's mission.

However, the World Root continued to extend further. As the dusk of the gods approached, the twelve gods welcomed their own destinies.

Like a prearranged dance play, Bing Wang clutched his chest and fell into a pool of blood, and the one who gave him up was exactly the algae of ice that he let go.

However, at this moment, she had already lost her human form. In order to take revenge, the Demon Fox had sacrificed her soul. Her body was completely petrified, and only her four limbs could move.

At the location of the demon fox, the red mist was drifting in the air, as though it was enveloped by a bloody mist. However, it was incomparably poisonous, so much so that not even gods would be able to defend against it.

After the demon fox finished her resentment, her soul had also ascended to heaven. Her four limbs had been petrified at the same time, and she had turned into a Blood Refinement Pellet, sealed in a corner of the Northern Region.

Legend has it that in the Northern Region, the Dragon Eye was the only place that was not covered by the snow. However, no one dared to set foot in that place, because the Old Ancestor said that all those that went in had died, and no one had ever returned ?

They were not the saviors of the world. They were just like the Ice King, who just came out and gave them to the Second God to pay for his tenderness. Even a god would not be able to escape the law of karma.

Fortunately, Niede Hogg died because of this. He didn't know if this battle was a blessing or a curse, but the Fiendgod artifact had perished.

Aside from a few unfathomable miracles, such as the True Flame Realm in Phoenix Town, there were only a few people in the Yheng Continent who believed that Gods existed. In the White Leaf Age, what people believed in was atheism, and only the people who worshipped the divine hall believed in the existence of gods.

As the image cut back to a sealed space within the Realm of True Flames, a boy stared dumbly at the rising red smoke with a panicked expression. This was an unprecedented poison, and the boy felt that as long as he touched it, he would instantly turn into a skeleton, or even into dust.

He was Gern, the Bloodthirsty Demon King who had the blood of the Demons flowing through his veins.

He did not look like a god, nor did he look like a demon that could easily shatter life. At this moment, she was more like a startled rabbit, wanting to find a shelter, but Fan Tian did not give her the chance.

"More than ten thousand years!? You think I didn't even do anything in preparation for killing you? " Fan Tian laughed mockingly as he pointed his finger at Gern's nose, as if he was looking at a clown in a circus.

Gern knitted his brows in astonishment, put a hand to his forehead and said darkly, "You really put in a lot of effort to chase after this apparition of mine ?" Do you think you know what to do!? For a bubble!? "

"The world does not believe in your existence, but I am very clear that you are always coveting this world. I personally witnessed you killing my compatriots with one slash, and even the feeling of being squeezed out of blood is still fresh in my mind." Fan Tian gritted his teeth and formed another Infinite Seal. The surging energy suddenly surged again, so much so that it seemed to be able to swallow an entire piece of the True Flame Realm.

"Rise," Fan Tian slowly raised his hands, and 108 sarcophaguses frantically burrowed out of the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, the lid of the sarcophagus fell, and the ancient ice algae popped out. Although they could no longer move, their bodies were still fresh and fresh after thousands of years of baptism, as if they had just been about to die, but they were stuck in their throats in one breath, unable to move, unable to be swallowed.

To be honest, she wasn't very clear about what ice algae were. In the First God's world, as a Hierarch, it could be said that she was tens of thousands of years away from the Second God. However, at this moment, she was surrounded by one hundred and eight ice algae.

The dried corpses that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years had long ago pushed this grievance to a high point. They seemed to be crying, and the aura of death instantly surged forth ?