The expanse of ice stretched out, vast and white. The weather remained bitterly cold, yet a mist, not particularly dense, had abruptly arisen here.

Mist over the Ice Sea was exceptionally rare; even the Saint Beast Kings who dwelled there year-round had witnessed it only a few times. However, the current fluctuations in the energy of heaven and earth were abnormal, especially a hundred miles distant where an unimaginably massive power had coalesced.

In such conditions, forget a little extra fog—even if all the ice covering the Ice Sea melted, the Saint Beast Kings would likely accept it with equanimity.

Within the Ice Sea, powerful Spirit Beasts were countless. Their battles frequently left immense scars upon the ice surface, yet no matter how much ice they shattered, it would re-solidify by the next day.

Perhaps due to this repeated fracturing and mending, the ice surface here was far from smooth; towering ice walls, exceeding three zhang in height, stood erected everywhere.

No Saint Beast King paid the slightest attention to these formations. For them, a single stomp would reduce such walls to mere icy shards—things unworthy of even a glance.

Yet, it was precisely because of these scattered, irregular ice walls that He Yiming and his companions found a possible way to gradually close the distance.

Following closely behind He Yiming, the others looked upon him with growing admiration.

He Yiming, single-handedly, had managed to mobilize the surrounding energies of heaven and earth, releasing the immense fog that was now gradually enveloping the area.

Though this fog did not reach the utter blackness of 'five fingers unseen' experienced atop Ghost Cry Ridge, the effect it achieved was still beyond comprehension.

The five peak powerhouses encircled the Qilin Saint Lord and the Qilin Beast. The localized circulation of the Five Elements rippling around them completely masked the Qilin Beast's malevolent aura.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had practiced countless times together, their coordination stunningly proficient.

He Yiming could easily imagine the sheer volume of discussions and drills they must have undertaken over the past year to achieve such mastery today.

Moving through this fog, Ji Mofan Shu took the lead, his chosen route simple, direct, yet remarkably concealed. He Yiming, following behind, though silent, felt deep admiration, carefully logging the path he took while scrutinizing the surroundings, eager to understand how he navigated this complex terrain to find the optimal route.

Thus, this peculiar contingent maintained their stealth for a full three shichen before finally arriving within thirty zhang of the gathering of Saint Beast Kings.

Upon reaching this distance, even Ji Mofan Shu dared not move further.

The spiritual senses of the Saint Beast Kings were often superior even to those of humans. If Ji Mofan Shu had been alone, he might have maintained the confidence to press closer, but now there were numerous human experts. He had no faith that those behind him possessed concealment arts comparable to his own. Especially since, amidst them, stood the colossal liability: the Qilin Beast.

If they could continue advancing undetected, Ji Mofan Shu felt that if he wasn't an idiot, then these Saint Beast Kings must be.

Slowly turning back, even within the mist, everyone could perceive the intensely bright eyes meeting theirs.

Eleven Saint Beast Kings—no one ever expected to wipe them all out in one fell swoop—but they shared a consensus: eliminate as many as possible.

As the saying went, breaking one finger was better than damaging ten; only by slaying them on the spot could future pressure be alleviated.

Bing Xiaotian slowly raised his hand. This hand seemed weighted with a thousand pounds; everyone knew that the moment it descended, their assault would commence.

In the distance, one Saint Beast King, possessing a particularly acute sense of perception, twisted its body uneasily, sensing something amiss.

But in its eyes, beyond the accursed fog, there was nothing else suspicious. Yet, with its intelligence, it could never fathom that this mist was not natural, but man-manipulated.

For He Yiming’s true power lay in having achieved this transformation purely by inciting the forces of heaven and earth, without even releasing his true qi.

Under the current violent fluctuations of these energies, no one could detect the flaw.

Still, this giant lizard-like Saint Beast King grew increasingly agitated. It finally lifted its head, intending to unleash a roar to alert its companions.

Its mouth opened, drawing a deep breath. The icy air unique to the North Sea rushed into its lungs, invigorating its body.

Unbeknownst to it, the very moment it began inhaling, in the depths of the mist, someone’s palm descended with crushing force…

Killing intent and malevolent energy erupted instantly, surging forward like a tidal wave.

Swiftly, dazzling figures abruptly sliced through the air, clinging tightly to the unprepared Saint Beast Kings. Beams representing death and pure power swept through the area, and everywhere they passed, a colossal rain of blood immediately erupted.

The Saint Beast King, poised mid-inhale, had drawn in a lungful of cold air but lacked the time to expel it before a bizarre sight materialized before its eyes.

It was a vision of light, and simultaneously, of darkness.

This was the power born from the union of light and dark—a magnificent force transcending the might of a single elemental god.

The Saint Beast King desperately thrashed its massive neck. The sound it was about to unleash turned into frigid, frozen vapor as it seemingly tried to use its breath to seal away this terrifying phenomenon.

But its hope was quickly dashed, for before its eyes, this miraculous power penetrated its exhalation. Around this energy, even space seemed to ripple faintly.

It had foreseen the danger and reacted with ultimate speed, but alas, its strength proved insufficient to repel this invasive threat.

The massive lizard roared; its enormous body moved with a sudden nimbleness that made one doubt whether it was a gargantuan Saint Beast King or a delicate wildcat.

But just as it managed, by every means possible, to evade the impact of that strange power, its eyes abruptly burst open.

An unknown force had pierced deep into its eye, swiftly traversing its skull and exiting through the opposite ear.

The Lizard Saint Beast King shook its body violently, seemingly trying to prove it was not yet dead.

However, the combined light and dark power circled once in the air, and like a vast cloth, it wrapped around the wobbling head.

The power of light instantly illuminated the entire area.

Purification…

When the combined light and dark force receded from the body of the Lizard Saint Beast King, its head had completely vanished, leaving behind only a dazzling, crystal-clear inner core shining brilliantly.

He Yiming drew a deep breath; he too had exerted his utmost in that moment. The combined light and dark power, the path of the Divine Calculator, the advantage of the Aurora Sword, and the element of surprise—he had utilized them all to their absolute limit.

This was his first time achieving a one-hit kill without the aid of White Horse Lightning. Though he had a premonition before the strike, the relief he felt upon successfully slaying the Saint Beast King was profound.

His gaze swept over the area strangely, and He Yiming’s eyes brightened.

Perhaps spurred by his success, or perhaps bound by prior agreement, those veteran Human Dao Peak experts, who always held something in reserve, finally unleashed their ultimate skills.

In the few seconds it took him to dispatch the Lizard Saint Beast King, Bing Xiaotian and the six others had already directly killed four other Saint Beast Kings.

Half of the original eleven Saint Beast Kings had perished instantly. Furthermore, the powerful killing aura surged and overwhelmed the entire region.

Godly powers of every element were unleashed as if they were free. To achieve their set objective, they had all unanimously deployed their final, trump cards.

Only potent Godly power could so easily pierce the tough hides and scales of these Saint Beast Kings; only powerful Godly force could shatter their internal organs into pulp; only strong Godly power could crush their skulls and cleave their bodies apart.

Once the strongest among the humans released their Godly powers without reservation, even the most formidable Saint Beast King, unless possessing the bloodline of a Divine Beast, could not resist.

The remaining six Saint Beast Kings fled instantly, without a word. They moved with lightning speed, some sprinting across the ice, others diving beneath the waves. In their eyes, the pride and dignity of the Saint Beast Kings had vanished. Under the onslaught of overwhelming power, they chose immediate escape.

He Yiming let out a long cry and transformed into a streak of light, chasing after a Saint Beast King on the ice surface.

The Qilin Saint Lord gave a cold laugh, settled upon the Qilin Beast, and this ancient patriarch, older than time, suddenly shone with renewed vigor, giving chase in a distinctly different direction.

Ji Mofan Shu moved, instantly diving into the sea like a fish, disappearing in a flash.

Bing Xiaotian and the other four exchanged wry smiles. While they possessed immense power, they knew their limits: in terms of sheer speed, they were no match for these beasts.

Nodding to one another, they split into two groups, following after the Qilin Saint Lord and Ji Mofan Shu, respectively.

As for He Yiming, not a single person glanced in his direction.

A quarter of an hour later, everyone returned sequentially. Eight corpses of Saint Beast Kings, varying wildly in shape and size, now littered the ground.

He Yiming’s performance was the most remarkable; without even deploying the Five Elements Ring, he had successfully slain two Saint Beasts.

However, the faces of the group were still grim. They knew that in the time to come, they would draw the ire of even stronger hordes of Saint Beast Kings. These denizens of the North Sea would certainly not grant them another opportunity for a preemptive strike.