Moo
The Ice River Mammoth, seeing its charge unexpectedly blocked by the seemingly weak human in front of it, let out a deep angry roar. The crystal-clear curved horn on its forehead, inscribed with ancient inscriptions, emitted a bright light, and a beam of light suddenly shot out.
"Bang!"
Lin Mo's left arm ford a Spiritual Energy Shield, positioned in front of his body to block the beam. With a slight leap, he retreated backwards.
"It can actually use magic attacks?"
A trace of surprise appeared on Lin Mo's face.
"Divine Thought attack!"
A fine needle-like red line silently appeared out of thin air, piercing the head of the Ice River Mammoth without any obstruction. This was a soul attack, and unless possessing special physiology or a treasure that defends against soul attacks, it couldn't be stopped.
"What's going on, this creature actually has no soul?" Lin Mo's expression changed.
The mammoth's four thick legs stomped on the ice layer, exploding into clusters of white ice scraps. The air resonated with explosions as it charged forward with a massive body, akin to a person facing a chanical bulldozer.
This mammoth evidently surpassed the level of a Fierce Beast, which should be categorized as a late-stage Moon Wheel Realm creature.
"Die!"
Golden arcs flickered in Lin Mo's eyes as he gripped the Xuanyuan Sword with both hands. The Dan Tian Star Power burst into a hundredfold combat power amplitude, slashing down fiercely at the head-on charging Ice River Mammoth.
The sword light sliced through the cold air, leaving a misty trail of sword light.
The peerlessly sharp sword light cut through the mammoth's body as if slicing through paper.
Three hundred ters, two hundred ters, one hundred ters, fifty ters, thirty ters, twenty ters — suddenly, a fine seam appeared in the mammoth's middle as it was running, automatically splitting into two halves and crashing toward either side.
Due to inertia, the Ice River Mammoth's body slid tens of ters along the ice before stopping.
The hundredfold combat power amplitude, coupled with the Grade Five Treasure level Xuanyuan Sword, enabled Lin Mo to instantly kill even a late-stage Moon Wheel Realm cultivator, let alone a mindless Fierce Beast.
"Hmm?"
Yet monts later, Lin Mo was shocked to discover the Ice River Mammoth's body had turned into chunks of ice crystal, cracking with countless fissures, and transforming into large pieces of ice.
"Why did it turn into this?"
Lin Mo, with a suspicious look, walked over to the Ice River Mammoth's corpse. Upon looking closely, he discovered a round, transparent bead among the pile of ice.
Fingers extending threads of white Spiritual Energy, Lin Mo wrapped the transparent bead from the mound of ice, retrieving it into his hand.
Holding the transparent bead, a wave of coldness surged through his palm, containing pure ice attribute Spiritual Energy.
Even without True Yuan protection, with Lin Mo's current physiological strength, he could survive even in the harsh environnt of minus one hundred degrees, but this bead made him feel a bone-chilling cold.
"Could this mammoth rely on this bead?"
Lin Mo mused to himself.
During the Divine Thought attack just now, Lin Mo realized the Ice River Mammoth lacked a soul and relied on this Ice Pearl to form and possess comparable strength to the Moon Wheel Stage.
Rumble, rumble
While Lin Mo pondered over the Ice Pearl, a rumbling from afar echoed like an avalanche or an eight-magnitude earthquake, causing the entire ice-covered ground to tremble.
"Oh my!"
Lin Mo widened his eyes, quickly placing the Ice Pearl into the Space Ring.
Ahead, thousands of Fierce Beasts appeared, each as powerful as the Ice River Mammoth, rushing down like a torrent.
"Where on earth is this?"
Lin Mo's expression changed, slipping the Xuanyuan Sword onto his back, and he bolted in the opposite direction.
A hundred Ice River Mammoths appearing wouldn't require running, but ten thousand was too terrifying. Even with a five hundredfold combat power burst to instantly kill the Ice River Mammoth, Lin Mo would still exhaust his energy eventually.
While running in the opposite direction, Lin Mo ford seals with his hands, summoning thousands of golden Light Swords from the sky, rging like deep-sea fish into golden streams, bombarding the group of Ice River Mammoths.
The power of the Three Thousand Light and Shadow Swords could not kill these Ice River Mammoths but could only cause temporary chaos and buy ti.
"Qiankun Step."
As Lin Mo stepped, waves rippled through the air beneath his feet, hinting at so mysterious law secret.
After running for an unknown distance, Lin Mo gradually left the beast horde behind.
"This cursed place is definitely not the Third Zone; the Third Zone wouldn't have so many high-level Fierce Beasts."
Stopping, Lin Mo rested against an ice stone, consuming two Nourishing Yuan Pills to replenish his expended energy.
Although there were instances of high-level Fierce Beasts even in the Third Zone, there would never be herds of them. Such numbers were too terrifying; no team from the rcenary Guild could survive in the Third Zone.
"Could this be the Fourth Region?"
Lin Mo frowned with sword-shaped brows.
From Camper's suggestion to detour, to the sighting of the seven-colored lighted ice cavern, Camper had planned all along to lure him to the Fourth Region and seize the treasures of Shen Feng and Yingzi. It seed his displayed power during the Unihorn Wolf attack made Camper wary, leading to this setup.
"A fine plan, Camper leader. I'll rember this grudge!"
Lin Mo smashed his fist onto an ice stone, leaving a Punch Mark.
Crack.
Suddenly, uneven cracks spread across the ice stone.
The stone's tough ice layer shattered with the punch, spilling fragnts that revealed the true form within: a black stone stele, about one ter high, engraved with ancient symbols, faintly exuding a tiless aura.
"Hmm, what's this?"
Lin Mo crouched down, using his palm to brush the ice dust off the stele and observed the symbols with scrutiny.
These symbols didn't seem like Magic, but more like communicative text, yet unlike any language or dynasty's script on Earth, as they appeared more ancient and mysterious.
"Let's try."
Lin Mo extended a wisp of Divine Thought to the stone stele, attempting to interpret the symbols' aning directly through Divine Thought.
In a mont, as the solidified Divine Thought touched the black stone stele, it suddenly emitted imnse suppression, crushing the Divine Thought into powder.
"Such powerful suppression"
Lin Mo's expression turned slightly serious. The stele bore no deliberate suppression but naturally ford a strong, invisible suppression from the simple engravings, shattering the nearby Divine Thought.
This stele, who knows how long it's been here in the Ice Plateau — a thousand or ten thousand years?
After so much ti, the pressure flowing from the inscriptions remained so solid, greatly astonishing.
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