He Ao raised his head, looking at the splashing blood ahead, the chaotic crowd, and the giants charging through the masses like wild beasts.
At last, his gaze settled on the very heart of the battlefield—upon the magnificent platform, upon the grand palace that seemed to stand among the clouds.
He lifted his foot and slowly walked forward.
With one step, he crossed dozens of meters.
A giant spotted him and pounced. Before it could land, a frigid sword gleam pierced through it. Its body froze in midair, turning into a massive ice sculpture before cracks spread across it.
By then, He Ao had already taken his second step.
Another giant appeared before him, only to be pierced by the icy sword carrying a chill.
Bang--
At that moment, the first giant turned into an ice sculpture and suddenly shattered, becoming a scattered shower of ice crystals that fell from the sky and piled into a heap of ice mixed with flesh and blood.
The entire battlefield fell silent. Figures locked in combat stopped moving, staring at the giants that had become ice sculptures before exploding into fragments.
Third step, fourth step, fifth step, sixth step.
Those steady footsteps were like the death knell, ringing beneath the scorching sun and upon that towering platform.
For every step He Ao took forward, another giant was slain and turned into shattered ice crystals.
After seven steps, he reached the foot of the magnificent platform. The eighth giant collapsed before him, scattering into a pile of overlapping ice crystals.
He raised his head and looked at the platform before him.
Then he took a step.
The densely packed stairs and the platform towering into the clouds seemed to shrink before him into a model piled from sand and dirt, easily crossed in a