The Frost Chi, the tangible manifestation of the world’s very essence of ice and frost, stood at the second layer of the Profound Control Realm.0

Once, it had reigned supreme at the peak of the second layer, and even the ancient Black Tortoise had failed to kill it, able only to seal it away. That very battle likely caused grievous injuries to the ancient Black Tortoise, ultimately leading to its death amidst the collapse of the era.0

In other words, the Frost Chi was by no means weaker than the ancient Black Tortoise. They were essentially equals.0

Yet it had been sealed away for an entire era, its icy essence continually drained in order to keep something suppressed. Currently, its power hovered somewhere between the initial and middle stages of the second layer, though closer to the lower end. Thus, it occupied only the eighth and final rank on the Ranking of Demon Gods.0

Even in his No Man’s Land state, Zhao Changhe maintained clear combat awareness. In their violent clash of energies, a realization crystallized clearly within his mind. This was the absolute peak Tngri could achieve as a representative of the tngri, a power that matched Xia Longyuan at his strongest.0

To defeat Tngri, they needed the mortal battles to disrupt the qi veins directed toward him and suppress his power. They had joined forces, forming an intricate formation, wielding divine artifacts, and despite everything, they ended up heavily wounded, only narrowly grasping a miserable victory.0

Yet now, Zhao Changhe realized that if he no longer held back, his strength was nearly on par with Tngri’s. He might be slightly weaker, but with Ying Five’s intervention, it would become a stalemate.0

It was astonishing to think that before he realized it, he had already reached such heights.0

Having forsaken spatial defenses, Zhao Changhe knew that although spiritual...0