Rayder did not hesitate. He immediately used all his strength and hurled the two-handed greatsword—held in a reverse grip—like a spear.
The greatsword, empowered by Rayder's immense strength, shot forward like a red streak of light, moving at astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the blurred figure like lightning.
As the golden lightning finally dissipated, Rayder saw the scene clearly.
To his shock, the Ice Dragon's entire tail had vanished without a trace.
And the Cold God had been impaled through the abdomen by the greatsword, her condition extremely disheveled.
The two Mystic Ice Spears she originally held were now shattered into pieces of ice, scattered to the wind.
Her body was covered in wounds, large chunks of flesh missing, revealing ice-blue bones that were clearly not human.
Ice crystals shimmered inside the exposed flesh, emitting an eerie, frozen glow.
The Cold God's broken body fell helplessly downward, dropping through the clouds.
The clouds churned violently and quickly blocked Rayder's sight, preventing him from seeing where she fell.
Rayder frowned. Despite the severity of her injuries, he did not believe this would be enough to kill her.
After all, she was a god—how could she die so easily?
But with the clouds obscuring everything, Rayder could no longer observe her condition. With no way to confirm, he shook his head helplessly and turned his focus to the Ice Dragon.
At this moment, the Ice Dragon had completely lost its senses and entered a berserk frenzy.
It struggled violently, desperately trying to break free from Im and Aegon.
Its colossal body rolled through the sky, movements fierce and destructive, as if trying to tear apart everything around it.
Its intention was obvious—it wanted to dive down and rescue the Cold God.
But Im and Aegon moved quickly. They seized the moment the Ice Dragon attempted to dive and, with lightning-fast coordination, opened their massive jaws and bit down on the Ice Dragon's wing joints from both sides.
The Ice Dragon's struggle intensified instantly, its roars shaking the sky.
Yet the two dragons did not loosen their grip. They continued biting down while beating their wings forcefully, pulling upward with all their strength.
Held tightly in mid-air from both sides, the Ice Dragon could not descend.
Despite its overwhelming physical power, breaking free from the combined force of two dragons proved impossible.
Rayder watched from a distance, disappointment rising in his heart.
He had hoped that last strike might kill the Cold God outright—but he had underestimated her resilience.
On second thought, it made sense.
If gods could be killed so easily, would they still be considered gods?
Rayder knew she was still alive, and anxiety surged through him. He could not afford to waste any more time here.
He issued a sharp order to Ghidorah:
"Completely destroy this Ice Dragon!"
Ghidorah spread its wings wide and charged toward the Ice Dragon like a colossal fighter aircraft.
The cooldown on its gravity ray had already passed. All three heads opened simultaneously and unleashed a devastating blast.
Pinned down by Aegon and Im, the Ice Dragon had no ability to dodge.
The beam struck directly.
With a thunderous explosion, the Ice Dragon's head and neck shattered instantly, exploding into countless fragments.
Simultaneously, Aegon and Im tore the wings apart with overwhelming force.
Without its head and wings, the Ice Dragon began falling rapidly, losing all stability.
As it fell, its body dissolved, melting into a storm of ice and snow that scattered into the wind.
Within moments, the massive creature—hundreds of meters long—vanished entirely, as if it had never existed.
Rayder watched the spectacle and felt a chill run down his spine.
He immediately ordered all three dragons to retreat at full speed toward The Great Wall.
Only there would he find even the slightest sense of safety.
Being hunted by a god was no trivial matter.
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Meanwhile, the Cold God…
Her shattered body plummeted from the sky like a meteor.
Her flesh was torn apart, resembling shattered porcelain.
Despite her condition, she gripped the embedded greatsword, pulling it from her abdomen bit by bit with pale, frost-covered hands.
As she drew the blade free, the originally bright red glow faded completely, as though drained of all power.
The Cold God stared at the sword, her ice-blue eyes filled not with calm indifference, but with burning hatred.
Ignoring her wounds and the fall itself, she fixed her gaze in the direction Rayder fled and whispered coldly:
"You will not escape."
At that moment, from the charging wight horde below, an enormous Gryphon King—like a moving mountain—leapt into the sky.
Its massive back caught the Cold God effortlessly.
No command was needed; as though linked by instinct, the Gryphon King immediately turned and soared in pursuit of Rayder.
Dozens of griffins followed, ranging from thirty to fifty meters in length, radiating terrifying killing intent.
Behind them, swarms of giant eagles and other flying wights lifted into the air, forming a massive black storm that swept across the sky.
Meanwhile, on the ground, countless wights surged like a tide, slaughtering every living being in their path.
The Ghost Shadow Forest had become a land of death.
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