He Ao lifted his head, looking at the blood splashing ahead, the chaotic crowd, and the giants traversing through the people like wild beasts.
Eventually, his gaze fell on the innermost part of the battlefield, on the majestic high platform, and the magnificent palace that seemed to be in the clouds.
He lifted his foot and began to move forward slowly.
With one step forward, he covered several dozen meters.
A giant saw his figure and lunged forward, only to be pierced by the cold sword light before touching the ground. His figure was suspended in mid-air, transforming into a massive ice sculpture, then filled with cracks.
By that moment, He Ao had already taken his second step.
A new giant appeared in front of him and was pierced by the ice sword laced with chill.
BOOM—
At that moment, the first giant turned into an ice sculpture and collapsed with a thundering crash, turning into chaotic ice crystals falling from the sky to form a pile of ice mixed with flesh.
