The enormous body, covered in frost and wounds, finally staggered out of the white domain's innermost range and entered the deepest part of the valley—the final core area.
Lu Jun himself, seeing Titan vanish into the mist and distorted light of the core area, his body covered in frost and injuries, instead stopped pursuing him.
He stood tall and imposing, radiating a majesty that froze the soul. The Ice Abyss Sword clenched in his hand had drawn in its light, yet it seemed to compress an entire Ice Age within it, so dazzling that no one could look at it directly.
Like an ice-blue sun suspended at the center of this pure white world.
He remained silently where he was, his icy gaze fixed on the direction Titan had disappeared in. He did not choose to charge in immediately.
Because he was gathering power.
He poured the vast Soul Power bestowed by the Blessing of the Ice Snow Goddess, the ultimate ice energy transformed from all the color and warmth stripped from the surroundings, and all his understanding and control of the Law of Ice into the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand and the frost-covered earth silently spreading beneath his feet, without holding anything back.
What he wanted was not a simple pursuit.
What he wanted was to deliver the most thorough, most despairing end at the critical moment when his enemies believed they had glimpsed the light of hope and were about to welcome the savior they had long awaited.
A cold, cruel curve rose at the corner of Lu Jun's mouth.
This was his grandest repayment for these enemies who had provoked him time and again, dreaming of overturning everything!
The terrifying Frost Power did not stop beneath his feet.
Like living white veins, it silently spread