A long trail of ash stretched behind the ice wall deep within the Antarctic glaciers. The lingering flames seeped underground, even eroding fissures into the ice, and within them lurked an exceedingly strange cursed power.
The middle-aged man kept moving forward by repeatedly cutting away parts of his body. If not for the holy power in his arm constantly protecting him, he would have long since been burned into a pile of ash.
Almost there, almost there, almost there! I'm nearly there! he kept chanting urgently in his heart. The dual torment of soul and flesh left him in unbearable agony. Damn it, why has this world become like this?!
He cursed as he crawled.
No matter what, he had once been a respectable man. Yet now, he looked like a beggar, filthy from head to toe, reeking like a decaying old man mixed with the strange stench of burnt meat.
A three-ton Weddell seal followed the scent and came here.
It saw the crawling middle-aged man and pretended to lower its head slowly, sniffing around as it approached him. When it quietly reached a severed, still-burning piece of his body, it curiously examined this roast meat unlike anything it had ever seen and took the faintest sniff.
A green flame instantly shot into its nostril.
In an instant, green light spread over the seal's entire body, followed by green flames erupting all over it.
The Weddell seal only had time to let out a miserable cry before its entire body, beneath the eerie green light, collapsed in place like an ice block melting a thousand times faster. Its fat body instantly turned into a puddle of ash carrying the same odor.
Its body did not contain extraordinary power like the pieces cut from the suited middle-aged man.
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