Chapter 478: Blood Battle

Boom!

Both sides engaged in a genuine head‑on clash.

In an instant, the centaurs' roars, the ice wolves' howls, the clash of longswords and curved blades, the thudding of muscles, the snapping of bones, the agonized screams of those trampled to death… all these sounds mingled together, like two torrents converging, leaving no gaps between them, a frenzy of slaughter.

The stalemate on the charge line lasted only a few seconds.

The Ice Wolf Knights, having lost hundreds to Lei En's warhammer and lightning, developed a gap in their formation; facing the more numerous centaurs, after a single encounter they were immediately at a disadvantage.

The centaurs surged forward one after another, braving the ice wolves' frosty breath, and slammed into them. They had built up greater momentum in the charge, and most of them outmatched the ice wolves, swinging their massive curved blades at the wolves' heads or necks.

Streaks of blood sprayed out, intermingled with wolf howls.

The swordsman on the ice wolf's back was forced to the ground; even though he blocked the centaur's curved‑blade swing, the next second he was crushed alive by countless hooves.

Some ice wolf swordsmen fought back wildly, also killing centaurs.

But against centaurs many times their number, it was only a desperate scramble; lacking support from comrades, they were soon engulfed by the centaur onslaught and trampled into mush.

Moments before death, the ice wolf swordsman's gaze pierced the gap between hooves, looking back, only to see clusters of lightning eruptions.

Several tall figures cloaked in blood‑red capes swung warhammers, slaughtering their own brothers.

That was the last scene they saw, and their spirits instantly fell into endless darkness.

Amid the deafening slaughter, the centaurs' momentum gradually overwhelmed the Ice Wolf Knights, an unstoppable torrent; their curved blades reaped enemy lives, their running speed steadily increasing, carving a huge breach in the Knights, about to cleave the enemy in two.

Ahead of the centaurs, Lei En and the Mirror Image unleashed a massive slaughter.

He charged opposite the Ice Wolf Knights; amid the nauseating sound of cracking bones, he easily cut a bloody path, leaving a field of broken corpses behind him.

When the charge reached its end, his warhammer struck an ice wolf's head.

Bang!

The massive wolf head instantly exploded into mush; on its back rode a Level‑Ten ice wolf swordsman who let out a shout, white ice forming on his long sword, the blade wind like frost, and a single thrust pierced Lei En's chest.

With a ringing "ding", the icy long sword was split.

Lei En emerged unscathed; not even his skin was pierced.

The legendary ice wolf swordsman's face showed an incredulous expression; Lei En's warhammer swept horizontally, crushing both man and sword into fragments, while massive bolts of lightning erupted.

Under Level‑Ten power, the thunderous heavy strike's lightning was comparable to a Six‑ring Spell; even though Lei En deliberately widened the damage radius, reducing its potency, few ice wolf swordsmen could endure it. Even the few highly resistant foes that survived were gravely wounded and unable to fight, destined to be trampled by centaurs.

Boom! Boom! Boom…

After each thunderous heavy strike, enemies within dozens of meters were wiped out.

The Mirror Image's power and damage are only half that of the original; its thunderous heavy strike reaches only Four‑ring, its damage radius merely a third of the original, yet a single blast can still kill twenty‑to‑thirty ice wolf swordsmen.

Lei En and the Mirror Image charged consecutively three times, carving a fissure through the Ice Wolf Knights' formation.

When the centaurs reached this fissure, they suddenly found no enemies ahead; looking up, they saw bodies strewn everywhere—at least seven or eight hundred ice wolves and their riders dead by Lei En's hand.

Six identical Lei En stood among the corpses, drenched in blood, their capes soaked through.

Awe filled the centaurs' eyes.

"Kill!"

Centaur chieftain Na Ha Zi shouted, his horse galloping forward without pause; with a single surge he could annihilate these humans riding giant wolves.

They stayed close behind Lei En, raising their curved blades, trampling enemy corpses as they launched an even fiercer charge.

Despite such heavy losses, the Ice Wolf Knights showed no sign of retreat.

Lei En couldn't help but admire these fearless ice wolf swordsmen; his Soul Eye saw each one's fire of faith blazing intensely, rising above their heads, converging toward a great being in the void—obviously the God of Winter and North Wind Yuriel.

At this very moment, that deity famed for cold cruelty was likely watching the battle.

Lei En had intended to stir the waters and secretly siphon some souls into electricity, but seeing this scene was like having a bucket of cold water poured over his head, dousing his thoughts.

If the God of North Wind notices the loss of his followers' souls, he will ignore the God of Magic's warning, descend in avatar, even appear himself—then trouble would be huge.

Not only would they be singled out by the deity, they'd have no defense, and even the God of Magic would harbor doubts.

Soul plundering—that's something only an Abyssal evil god would do!

"What a pity!"

Lei En muttered to himself: since entering Kangjiatuo, after countless battles, tens of thousands have died nearby for him to absorb and recharge, including many legends; if he devoured them all, he could even fill a thousand‑grid soul‑energy pool, yet he never dared act rashly.

This Dragon‑born Restoration War drew the attention of Kangjiatuo's Seven Gods; mortal actions unfolded under the gods' watchful eyes, and the God of Magic might be spying in secret.

For his own safety, caution is the wiser path.

While Lei En was pondering, his hand movements unintentionally lagged; dozens of ice wolves charged forward, gaping their blood‑filled maws, spewing icy breath, while the swordsmen on their backs slashed out ice blades that rained down head‑first.

Whoosh!

With a whistling sound, Lei En raised his hand, his fingertips gathering a sphere of colored light, from which burst a beam as thick as an arm.

The Five‑ring Rainbow Light Beam stretched forty meters!

Lei En swept his hand forward, as if wielding a forty‑meter‑long colored great sword; the straight beam, like the sharpest blade in the world, sliced through, instantly cleaving the ice wolves and swordsmen in two, the cuts smooth, the fragments falling to the ground.

Anyone—human or wolf—killed by the Rainbow Light Beam showed various negative effects on their corpses: petrification, burning, freezing, poisoning… each death differed.

The Rainbow Light Beam lasted four to five seconds; in front of Lei En not a single wolf or person remained standing.

The Mirror Image also released beams, clearing the surrounding foes.

Some Mirror Images cast Electric Blast Orbs that landed among the Ice Wolf Knights behind, exploding, or they teleported directly into the crowd, warhammers striking the ground, unleashing massive lightning.

A near‑invincible legendary transcendent under a Holy Soul, for merely Beginner or Mid-stage ice wolf swordsmen, was a calamity; they had no chance to flee. The Ice Wolf Knights also had legends leading them, but only at the Beginner level, so Lei En killing them was no harder than slaying other swordsmen.

The disparity in power was so great that numbers lost meaning.

The centaurs' combat pressure became unusually light; the enemies they killed combined were still fewer than Lei En alone could slay.

Lei En kept charging forward, suddenly sensing a hint of danger.

He turned his head toward a nearby ice wolf corpse at his feet; with a booming crack, the carcass burst into a hail of shattered ice, each shard fused with blood into arm‑length ice spikes that rained down everywhere, leaving no blind spot.

Even with Lei En's reaction speed, there was no time to dodge.

The blood‑colored ice spikes struck his body, instantly shattering into powder, leaving white streaks.

Lei En darted backward at speed, catching a silhouette among the sky‑full ice spikes—a stern‑faced middle‑aged man in leather armor, long hair tied at the back, eyes showing no emotion, wielding a massive two‑handed sword that seemed forged of solid ice.

This translucent greatsword was clearly not ordinary; its blade emitted a substance‑like cold gleam, evidently extremely sharp.

Gripping it, the opponent swung a chilling sword qi!

The invisible cold‑light sword qi mingled with countless ice spikes, and even the sword‑wielder's figure vanished, the effect comparable to invisibility; unless Lei En had Soul‑Eye and Willpower, it would be hard to notice the foe.

He instantly recognized the enemy's identity.

"Bu Lande Title: Duke!"

This is Ma Erke's staunchest ally Bolo Bu Lande, leader of the Ice Wolf Knight Order, reputed as the most gifted swordsman of the Bu Lande Duchy in centuries, not only masterful in swordsmanship but also near‑invincible in Kangjiatuo, with a profession level of nineteen—a Legendary High-rank Ice Wolf swordsman!

The greatsword in Bu Lande Title: Duke's hand also has a grand lineage, an ancestral epic‑grade weapon of the Bu Lande family called "Ice Giant Sword," unmatched in sharpness, bearing seven ice spells, its power comparable to some slightly weaker legendary weapons.

The cold‑light sword qi flashed, silently Tear the air.

Lei En didn't need to brace his body; with a flash he moved to the side of a Mirror Image.

Transparent sword qi struck the empty space, the corpses on the ground split neatly, leaving a sword scar ten‑plus meters long, seemingly fine yet bottomless; instantly a thick layer of frost formed, turning the sliced corpses into powder.

Lei En's heart jumped; this sword was not only sharp but also carried terrifying low temperature.

Bu Lande Title: Duke's figure was slender and extremely agile; a sword slash through the air, his body surged forward as if merged with the Ice Giant Sword, and his silhouette vanished again.

"Impressive!"

Lei En muttered approval, yet his face showed no hint of movement.

This move might work on others, but against himself, there is no escape in Willpower and Soul‑Eye; his gaze locked onto Bu Lande Title: Duke's trail, the opponent's speed matched the flash, and in an instant he struck his side.

The silent sword qi killed without form, not even a ripple arose.

"Roar!"

Lei En suddenly turned, unleashing a dragon roar at the hidden‑strike Bu Lande Title: Duke.

The visible shockwave, bearing dragon might, slammed into Bu Lande Title: Duke's mind, instantly halting the sword qi and exposing his figure.

Simultaneously, the nearby Mirror Image kicked hard, its shockwave denting the ground a few inches.

Another Mirror Image nearby launched a thunder technique!

Boom!

Bu Lande Title: Duke was forced to land; the shockwave harmed him not, but the ground's dip made him stumble, and before he steadied, a sky‑splitting thunder struck overhead.

Three different impacts hit in succession; Bu Lande Title: Duke was caught off‑guard, and his sword qi was completely broken.

Lei En leapt forward, ignoring the lingering sword qi, swung his war hammer at Bu Lande Title: Duke's head. The hammer's force was so great the air around the head burst, deforming Bu Lande Title: Duke's face, yet his eyes remained unmoving, as cold and ruthless as ice.

Clang!

The war hammer was blocked by the Ice Giant Sword, emitting a huge sound.

Bu Lande Title: Duke's hands trembled, the greatsword nearly slipped from his grasp—he had already shed most of his strength. Lei En's war hammer surged onward, the attack angle deflected by the greatsword, crushing the blade onto Bu Lande Title: Duke's chest.

Bang!

A muffled thud, Bu Lande Title: Duke was blasted outward.

A thick layer of solid ice armor surfaced on his body, the five‑ring ice armor spell attached to the Ice Giant Sword, extremely defensive, yet the war hammer shattered it, the force penetrating and turning his chest into a mass of blood‑smeared flesh.

Bu Lande Title: Duke, suspended in mid‑air, swung the Ice Giant Sword and vanished.

The next second, he landed a hundred meters away, glanced at his chest wound; the intense pain finally gave his face a flicker, unimaginable—if that hammer had struck solidly, what would have become of him?

Bu Lande Title: Duke raised his hand, brushed the wound, forming frost to freeze the bleeding.

Before he could catch his breath, Lei En disappeared from his sight.

The three nearby Lei En Mirror Images also surrounded him, either flashing or casting spells; Bu Lande Title: Duke's alarm rang, he reversed the Ice Giant Sword into the ground, and within a hundred‑meter radius white cold mist sprouted, obscuring vision, gale howling, ice crust forming on the ground, temperature plummeting.

Seven‑ring Ice Wind Cold Tide!

Dozens of centaurs, unable to evade, rushed into the white mist and were instantly frozen into ice statues; a gust turned them to powder.

Two Mirror Image spells fell in and were scattered by the ice wind.

Amid the cold tide, Bu Lande Title: Duke's figure darted through the white mist, continuously triggering the Ice Giant Sword's spells—countless ice spears, spikes and blades ravaged the area endlessly.

Finally, an ice frost ring spread out, striking a silhouette.

It was Lei En.

The frost ring froze Lei En's feet to the ground, but the effect was poor; he lifted a foot, the ice shattered, he instantly located Bu Lande Title: Duke, mustered all strength and hurled the war hammer.

The heavy war hammer tore through the air, hitting Bu Lande Title: Duke's chest, shattering the protective ice armor.

A booming explosion.

Bu Lande Title: Duke's body burst into shards of ice, falling without a drop of blood. Lei En's complexion froze for a moment; an invisible sword qi rose from the white mist behind him, a razor‑sharp blade cleaving him at the waist, yet no blood spilled, it vanished like a bubble.

"It's a Mirror Image!"

Bu Lande Title: Duke's heart warned of danger, he tried to hide again but was too late.

A massive lightning claw shot from beyond the white mist, precisely gripping Bu Lande Title: Duke's back; the electric current on the claw paralyzed his whole body. Though the ice armor resisted, his body still lagged, reactions slowed half a beat.

He watched helplessly as he was pulled out of the white mist, seeing the lightning claw technique emanate from Lei En's hand; nearby were two Lei En, but he could not tell which was the original and which were Mirror Images.

Three Lei En flashed close, raising their war hammers.

(End of Chapter)