Under that eerie gaze.
Everyone present could feel a terrifying pressure spreading from the depths of their souls. Even the howling wind and snow seemed to freeze for an instant.
Yet Zong Shen, locked onto by that gaze, seemed utterly unaware.
He did not even raise his head to look at the terrifying presence deep within the clouds.
Under the immense pressure brought by the Night King's gaze, the [Quantum Furnace Core] and [Solar Seal] within his chest instead let out an even more piercing hum.
An invisible energy field surged, forcibly repelling the chill and pressure that sought to seep into his bones.
His figure flickered, and the silver gleam of [Moonwolf's Fang] flashed for the third time.
An afterimage remained where he stood, while his true body appeared like a phantom directly in the center of the collapsing Icefield Hunter formation.
"Time to clear the field. Scram, trash!"
His airy words sounded like a sentence being passed.
Zong Shen crossed his Twin Blades and swung them out.
The green glow of [Demon-Slaying Flame] on the demon-slaying battle blade in his left hand flared wildly, transforming into a sweeping blade aura. Wherever it passed, the temperature abruptly soared and the air warped.
Frozen armor and flesh were melted through and carbonized like butter beneath a hot knife.
A pungent, burnt smell filled the air.
Meanwhile, he held the fingers of his right hand together like a sword.
A highly condensed dark-red beam—[Calamity Finger]—shot out soundlessly.
The beam was as thin as a strand of hair, yet it possessed the power to annihilate matter and astonishing Penetration.
It ignored thick ice armor and hastily raised rune ice shields, precisely piercing through the brows or hearts of one hunter after another.
It left smooth-edged, charred holes running clean through their bodies,