Chapter 687: The Fall of the Ice Prince

Chapter 687: Chapter 687: The Fall of the Ice Prince

The two Divine Spirits, the River God and the Joy Goddess, were both at the Weak Divine Power Level. They didn’t have many followers, and their existence depended on their allegiance to Gabriel, the God of Light. If they could win over the believers of the Brentania Republic, their power would advance, making them even stronger.

"Let’s go."

Gabriel gave a faint smile and strode into the Seven-Colored Divine Kingdom like a Ghost.

The River God and the Joy Goddess followed him.

"The Surface Realm is so weak. They don’t even have a single Divine Spirit at the Powerful Divine Power Level, yet they’re still busy scheming against one another. They’re truly courting death. It’s a pity that seal is too strong. Your Excellencies are unable to leave; otherwise, a bountiful place like the Surface Realm would have long since been in the clutches of our Dragon Race!"

A four-meter-tall powerhouse from the Blue Star Dragon Race, who had the head of a Tyrannosaurus and a humanoid torso, watched Gabriel’s party from afar. Clad in black armor and exuding a terrifyingly domineering aura, he sneered.

"Of course. Everything in this world belongs to the great Slaughter Dragon God! As His Lordship’s most outstanding son, you will surely inherit his Power and spread his glory in the future."

A powerhouse from the Blue Star Dragon Race with the head of a velociraptor and a humanoid torso, dressed in cyan armor, said with a faint smile.

Another powerhouse from the Blue Star Dragon Race, this one ten meters tall with the head of a brachiosaurus, also nodded in agreement.

The powerhouse from the Blue Star Dragon Race with the Tyrannosaurus head was none other than Jiudi, the ninth son of the Slaughter Dragon God and a terrifying expert at the Demigod Peak.

The Slaughter Dragon God commanded the "Seven Godslaying Teeth" and the "Thirty-six Claws of Godslaying." These forty-three Divine Spirits were his Subordinate Gods, directly under his rule.

The seven Divine Spirits of the "Seven Godslaying Teeth" were all at the Weak God Power Level. The thirty-six Divine Spirits of the "Thirty-six Claws of Godslaying" were all at the Weak Level.

The two powerhouses from the Blue Star Dragon Race beside Jiudi were two of the Divine Spirits from the "Thirty-six Claws of Godslaying." Jiudi was merely a Demigod, yet he had two Divine Spirit Level powerhouses as guards, a clear sign that he was highly favored by the Slaughter Dragon God.

A veil also shrouded Jiudi and his two companions, completely concealing their auras.

The lineage of the Blue Star Underground World had never been broken, nor had it ever experienced a period of Spiritual Qi decline. Powerhouses were as numerous as the clouds, and all sorts of powerful and strange Divine Artifacts emerged endlessly.

Jiudi’s party silently tailed the God of Light’s party, heading into the Seven-colored God’s Country.

The Seven-colored God’s Country was filled with all kinds of monsters and bizarre phenomena.

Even with three Divine-level Powerhouses for protection, the experts in the Lord of the Origin’s party still suffered heavy casualties.

After traveling for thousands of miles, the Lord of the Origin’s party came upon a river that stretched as far as the eye could see. It emitted seven kinds of strange, gray light and was shrouded in a bizarre, dangerous feeling.

"You, fly over and take a look!"

The Lord of the Origin pointed at a Spirit Saint and gave a cold command.

The Spirit Saint’s face paled, and his eyes fell on the Ice Prince. He was one of the Prince’s followers.

The Ice Prince said faintly, "Fly over!"

"Yes! My Lord!"

The Spirit Saint sighed faintly. His head transformed into that of a chicken as a pair of wings sprouted from his back. With a powerful flap, he rode a gust of wind, soaring straight into the sky and flying directly toward the other side of the seven-colored river.

The moment the Spirit Saint flew over the seven-colored river, he suddenly trembled. The wind beneath him vanished, and his entire body was yanked toward the river’s surface as if seized by a giant, invisible hand.

"No! Stop! My lord, save me!!"

The Spirit Saint cried out, his eyes flashing with Despair.

The seven-colored river was incredibly bizarre. Even a Divine Spirit like the Lord of the Origin was extremely wary of it. Anyone who fell in would surely meet a terrible end.

The Ice Prince waved his hand, and a blue chain shot out, snaking toward the Spirit Saint.

As the blue chain wrapped around the Spirit Saint, the bizarre seven-colored river began to boil. A strange torrent of water erupted from it, swallowing the Spirit Saint whole before splashing onto the blue chain itself.

The blue chain instantly turned gray. It then recoiled, wrapping itself tightly around the Ice Prince.

Countless bizarre curses instantly surged from the gray chain into the Ice Prince’s body.

The curse that the Ice Prince had been suppressing but never fully dispelled erupted from within him. Countless human faces surfaced on his skin. His body instantly went rigid, his Power sealed away.

"Help me!! Save me!"

A look of terror flashed in the Ice Prince’s eyes. He screamed shrilly as the gray chain dragged him toward the seven-colored river.

"Origin, Purifying Light!"

A cold gleam flashed in the Lord of the Origin’s eyes. Burning his Divine Power, he pointed a single finger.

A beam of Purifying Light descended from the sky, shining down on the gray chain.

As the Purifying Light struck the gray chain, a transparent human face suddenly appeared on it, letting out a series of bloodcurdling screams.

The seven-colored river churned, and a huge volume of bizarre, seven-colored water erupted from it to clash with the Purifying Light.

Under the beam of Purifying Light, vast swaths of the seven-colored water were instantly vaporized and purified.

In that single instant, however, the gray chain yanked the Ice Prince into the seven-colored river. He let out a final, tragic scream and then vanished.

The seven-colored water receded back into the river, which once again grew calm.

Everyone’s expression turned grim. After all, the seven-colored river had just devoured a Divine Spirit. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

Although the Ice Prince had only recently been revived and was among the weakest of the Divine Spirits, he was a genuine Divine Spirit nonetheless.

"Origin, Purifying Light!"

The Lord of the Origin’s expression was grim. Burning his Divine Power, he pointed a finger, and a beam of Purifying Light descended from the sky, blasting into the bizarre seven-colored river.

As the Purifying Light struck the bizarre seven-colored river, countless gray mists churned within it, continuously being purified.

The water of the seven-colored river roiled as if some monster were gestating within, roaring madly. Yet it seemed to be held back by a mysterious restriction, unable to leave the river’s confines.

After the beam of Purifying Light vanished, the Lord of the Origin snorted coldly, his face grim as he stared at the seven-colored river.

With the Lord of the Origin’s power, if he were to burn his Divine Power without restraint, he could completely purify all the curses within the seven-colored river in ten years.

However, spending ten years to purify this river was simply not worth it. After all, with the emergence of the Nia Continent, no one knew how many powerhouses had been drawn to it. There was no way the Lord of the Origin would be given that much time.