The Ice God... Titan Giants...
Yang Ming made his way to reinforce Di Tian as leisurely as if strolling through a courtyard, constantly pondering the information he had obtained from Zi JI.
In Yang Ming's memory, there was no Ice God among the gods of the Divine Realm. Presumably, he had fallen long ago, and the God Realm Committee had struck him from its ranks.
As for the Titan Giants, they were a terrifying race that had stood alongside Giant Dragons and Behemoths in ancient times. In both strength and potential, they were beings capable of ascending to godhood.
Although Titan Giants had "giant" in their name and resembled humans in many ways, they were not human, but a type of Soul Beast. Born with astonishing potential, formidable bodies, and prodigious strength, they had even once fed on Giant Dragons. One could imagine just how powerful a race they were.
Sadly, after the Dragon God and the Beast Gods who followed him fell one after another, these Soul Beasts, which had once dominated an entire age in ancient times, vanished into the long river of history.
Still, the Titan Snow Demon King, who possessed the bloodlines of both the Ice God and the Titan Giants, was unlikely to be weak.
Just as Yang Ming sank into thought, the sounds of fierce combat continually ringing out in the distance drew his attention once more.
Originally, Yang Ming had thought that with Di Tian taking action, he would not need to trouble himself.
Yet the battle unfolding before him forced Yang Ming to reassess how much the environment of the Far North amplified the strength of the Soul Beasts living there.
Di Tian had returned to his dragon form, but his enormous body seemed somewhat hesitant amid the swirling blizzard. The seemingly