The Three-River Sky-Piercing Python knew full well that it had nowhere left to run.
The sea for several miles around had been frozen solid.
Along with it, the desperate will to survive surging through its enormous body had been mercilessly sealed beneath the thick ice.
With no retreat left, it would fight for its life!
Its massive head reared up, its scarlet slit pupils shot through with frenzied veins of blood.
It roared and lunged at the figure in midair, trying to corrode the obstacle before it into a pool of foul liquid.
A mere fifteen minutes later.
The raging wind had died down, and the frozen surface was unnervingly quiet.
A small iceberg dozens of meters tall stood abruptly in the middle of the ice.
Sunlight spilled over the frozen surface, refracting into piercingly cold glints.
The Three-River Sky-Piercing Python's prized venom, its constricting strength capable of crushing mountains and shattering peaks, and its terrifying power as a hundred-thousand-year overlord of the seas had all been frozen into crystal-clear ice.
Within that vast iceberg, only a head the size of a water vat remained exposed, still panting rapidly in defiance.
Every breath condensed into white frost mist in the air.
It sank into profound despair.
Deeper still was its regret.
Why had I left my comfortable territory and crossed tens of thousands of nautical miles to hunt here?
Couldn't I have just caught a few ten-thousand-year Sea Devil Fish in the deep sea to fill the gaps between my teeth?
Instead, it had run straight into a monster like this!
A human!
He had not even used his Martial Soul Avatar,
and had merely struck a few times with effortless ease,
yet he had frozen it, a hundred-thousand-year sea soul beast that ruled its own domain, into an