Endless ice and snow blanket Antarctica.
Accumulated cold over months and years breeds a piercing, frigid wind. It brushes Supreme Zhang's face, and blows across the grim faces of all the Law Realm guardians—
Arrogant! Rampant! Unrestrained!
The cosmic lifeform Lurian is simply too cruel, too cold, too wanton.
The Law Realm guardians fix their gaze straight ahead.
At this moment, above the glacier, Lurian slowly manifests a black-smoke face, pronouncing the death of all humanity on the spot, looking down on Supreme Zhang and the assembled Law Realm guardians with utter contempt.
In its mind,
Weakness itself is original sin.
Since this life-bearing planet has no Starlight-tier existence, it is doomed to perish. Against Starlight-tier power, there is no resistance—let alone when Lurian is a Nether Clan Starlight-tier, incomparably formidable.
"What is there to fear?"
"At worst, we fight it to the end! We’re used to life and death—what is there to dread?"
"That’s right, Supreme Zhang—give the order! Since the seal can’t be reinforced, let’s focus on how to destroy Lurian!"
The Law Realm guardians are stirred to a frenzy, transmitting their excitement.
Did they think a few words of doom would scare away Law Realm guardians? Impossible!
Previously, their sole focus was on reinforcing the seal, because the Law Realm guardians wanted to avoid chaos. But now, it’s clear the Antarctic seal can no longer stop Lurian.
Moreover—
The greenhouse effect has led to global warming, which in turn has weakened the Antarctic seal—trying to fix it now is already too late!
"Supreme Zhang, stop clinging to illusions." Arthur Rook’s face is grim as he fixes his gaze on the black-smoke face, as though wanting to nail it in midair. "Let’s strike first—try to wound or even kill Lurian before the seal shatters!"
Seeking life in the jaws of death—exhaust every effort!
Even the slightest hope must be seized!
Crack!
Arthur Rook lifts his palm, deep violet lightning swirling within.
As the world’s strongest Gifted Law Realm guardian, his lightning strike is nearly on par with Supreme Zhang’s—like thunder descending from the heavens, piercing the frigid Antarctic air, stirring every Law Realm guardian present.
"Arthur Rook is making his move!"
"If Andrew Han can shatter the black-smoke face, surely Gifted Supreme Arthur Rook can do it too," the Law Realm guardians transmit to each other.
Violet becomes eternal, spanning east to west!
Thunder rumbles all around, even stirring waves in the air... The concentrated lightning is like a dazzling rainbow stretched across the sky, but it passes straight through the black-smoke face, unable to harm Lurian at all.
"Impossible!"
Arthur Rook is stunned, uncertain.
Granted, the cosmic lifeform Lurian is terrifying, but this black-smoke face should be just a projection or a shadow clone.
"Hiss! Heaven above!"
"Arthur Rook’s full-force strike can’t even scratch the black-smoke face?" The Law Realm guardians’ faces turn ashen.
At this moment—
Across the boundless Antarctic, snow mountains and glaciers stretch as far as the eye can see. The air is frigid, the wind fierce; the Law Realm guardians feel the cold pierce their bodies, nearly unable to breathe.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Arthur Rook shoots upward, turning into a streak of violet light, circling the black-smoke face and Lurian.
He unleashes his lightning Gifted Power—countless violet bolts surge forth, like waves in an angry sea, covering the glacier above.
Thunder fills the sky, forming a sea of lightning!
Lightning erupts without pause, every second unleashing immense power; bolts collide, sparks explode... If Arthur Rook did not restrain the shockwaves, the escaping light and heat alone would melt glaciers and snow mountains for kilometers around!
"Die!"
Arthur Rook clenched his jaw.
If they can’t even destroy a shadow, what right do they have to challenge Lurian himself?
Put another way, the real horror is lurking beneath Antarctica—the black-smoke face is nothing but a phantom.
No wonder he’s called the Gifted Supreme.
Arthur Rook’s barrage could rival a nuclear-tipped intercontinental missile.
The Law Realm guardians watched, hearts pounding with dread.
Suspended in midair, unleashing his rage, he stood as one of the strongest humans alive.
From a distance, violet lightning swept across the sky, painting the snow mountains and glaciers in a purple glow for ten thousand meters—Arthur Rook’s power on full display.
Thunder roared on and on, a relentless chorus.
For three straight minutes, Arthur Rook unleashed his barrage, then pulled back a hundred meters, eyes locked on the center.
Bolts of lightning ripped through the air, sparks burst in the frigid wind; sometimes fiery gales, sometimes swirling mist and smoke—all shrouding that black-smoke face.
"Supreme Zhang."
"It looks like this shadow has—" Arthur Rook started, but his face twisted in shock, eyes wide with grief and disbelief.
Not just him.
Supreme Zhang and the other Law Realm guardians went pale, as if plunging into a bottomless abyss.
As the shockwaves faded, the black-smoke face’s maw split wider, its icy gaze sweeping every Law Realm guardian present. Its voice was cold and emotionless.
"Pathetic. You’re nothing but ants."
"Enough. I’m done playing. This game is over… By your planet’s day-night cycle, you have fifteen days left!"
"Go ahead—despair! Kneel!"
"Tremble! Be afraid!"