Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan stood on the head of the giant beast that broke the ice, surrounded by the whirring wind with a constant white flame. Behind him, the tall ice and snow mountains collapsed. A giant beast of different sizes and shapes should not have survived in this era, standing there.

Their eyes are dimly lit and their once sharp, but their once fierce attitude has been demonstrated by their massive, icy, self-inflicted suicide.

Winged screams, from far and close, fly from the depths of this ice and snow world.

He shrugged his head, quiet as a wooden chicken, and he looked curiously at the big winged guys, and for those, he had a strange sense of awe.

It does not know those giant beasts, has never seen them, has never heard of them from other kinds of human beings. In comparison, similar to these giant beasts in the sky at this time, only the little one in the tribe, Shao Xuan, melted out of the sea ice, was like a bird or non-bird.

The heavy footsteps of the formation approached this side from afar, and all the surrounding voices gathered together to form a strange force, as if it had crossed the battlefield for millions of years and erupted completely.

Those puppet beasts that rushed forward, even though they had lost their breath of life, retained their strength as the top predators in today's marine food chain.

The battlefield, which seemed to span hundreds of millions of years, was a new era of ocean domination on the one hand and an ancient powerful man from a distant period on the other, at this moment finally collided.

Flipped up with hard dirt blocks of ice, blinking, crushed, giant beasts, where the battlefield is, there is no complete ground.

Boom!

On a wide ice-covered continent, there are collapsing turtle cracks all over the ground, and countless pieces of ice take off, large and small fractures want to divide the land and the earth is sinking. Placing it anywhere is a doomsday situation.

The ground is trembling, and the wind is blowing harder sometime. If an ordinary person approaches this battlefield, he will definitely be shocked with blood, and he will be stunned if he does not die. The powerful airflow driven by the beast tail swing and the beast claw swing will tear people apart!

With sharp edges of crushed ice, such as a sharp knife, the wind swept into the battlefield. A sharp ice crystal that poses a threat to people, but when it hits those giant beasts, it simply breaks apart, and even if it gets stuck in the beast, it can't go any deeper.

Though dead and many without hard armor, the rigid muscles on the giant beasts, as well as the bones that the sword cannot cut, can easily block the impact of these ice crystals.

Don't say these giant beasts are just unconscious puppets, and even if they were still alive, they wouldn't care about those icy crystals that don't tickle.

A large carnivorous beast with a small forelimb bitten without any pause, without any hesitation or hesitation. Faced with a giant beast of similar size biting its own broken arm in the mouth, rushing off is a bite. A strong jaw lets sharp and hard teeth die nailing into the meat that is hard to penetrate into the ice crystal, even bones with meat nails, tearing, swinging, hard biting each other's necks.

There is no bloodbath, only wreckage with a rotten odor.

A slightly smaller beast was bitten and dragged, thrown out, and flew far away to make a thumping noise on the ground. If it was in a quiet environment, it was like a thunder, but this battlefield could not make a sound.

The thick, cracked ice sheets are blasting, and these giant beasts from the sky, the land, and the sea, whether hundreds of millions of years ago or in this day and age, are like killers climbing out of a killing field and destroying the heavens and the earth.

Dead bodies have no blood, bite against the collapse of mesothelial bones, and limb wreckage is everywhere on the ground.

From time to time, the earth is exploded by the fierce collisions of these giant beasts, who, as puppets, may be under their control, exerting only one tenth and two of their attacking power, but even so, they have had a devastating impact on this frozen land. Wide ice shelves, and this snow-covered land, have become a formidable battlefield, and the earth is still trembling, not only because of the trembling power of the sparks, but also because of the formidable fighting power of those giant beasts.

Ice and stone froze firmly under the ice seal, trampled beneath the palm of the beast and trampled into pieces.

The wide ice shelf has been unwittingly divided, shrunk, crushed and an iceberg collapsed from the ice shelf, and as the waves drifted away, the icebergs floating at sea were blown upside down by the air currents scraped from the side of the ice.

The iceberg, which stretches over several kilometres on the continental margin, has collapsed.

On Shao Xuan's body, white flame constantly erupted in the totem pattern, as if to tear all the flesh on his body. It is also these white flames that block the flow of ice and cold that surrounds them.

Keeping an eye on the battlefield, Shao Xuan did not relax at all. Even though enslaving these frozen giant beasts used the power of the original witches, controlling a huge herd of beasts consumed a great deal of mental and physical energy. Fortunately, the situation is skewed in the direction Shao Xuan would like to see.

There are giant beasts climbing from the sea to the land, and there are giant beasts coming from deep in the ice. Some are enslaved by Shao Xuan and others are easily controlled. Although it is easy to bring many puppet beasts from the sea and elsewhere, it is worse than the flock on this side of the ice and snow.

Initially it was possible to gain some advantage, but with the constant arrival of giant beasts from all over the ice and snow, the war began to reverse.

These ocean masters today are not necessarily losing to the ancient beasts, but there are too many and they are bigger in size. After Shaoxuan came here, he released all the power of the original witches in his body in one slap. Today, on this side of the ice and snow, a huge witch mark is burning, as if to burn the entire land.

The white flames appear to have no temperature, nor to have burned frozen ice and stone soil, but they are constantly “awakening” some sleeping ancient beasts, as if a source of life had been injected into this rare place.

Easy, though, wants to enslave some of the giant beasts suitable for puppet use here. It can burn the white flame in this snowy place, so that his own sparking power cannot be taken any further!

This is beyond the control of the Easy Consciousness and belongs to the Spark's retreat!

Although not as cowardly and completely shunned as other sparks, retreating is retreating!

Until then, Yixiang also always felt that his spark was more powerful than Yijia spark, and it was an evolutionary improvement on Yijia spark, which is why on Yixiang spark flame, white is more than the rest of Yijia.

Until then, Yixiang also kept wondering, how does one's spark power compare to that of the original witch? However, the power of the original witch has not appeared in the world for a long time. The ancestor's record of the original witch is also a large blank and faulty. He has wasted his life, but predicted only one vague result, also this vague result, so that he can imagine how to extend his life.

Wait a thousand years!

In the hands of the Ejia ancestors, it was recorded that a long time ago, the appearance of sparks in various tribes was not created by the Ejia ancestors themselves, but ignited by the original witches!

Yijia ancestors said that they were the closest people to the original ancestral witch, meaning that the first spark ignited by the original ancestral witch was Yijia, the spark of the former Yijia tribe. So, many times, in addition to Ejia's own ancestors, Ejia's family also treats the original witch as their own other ancestor.

Yixiang's pursuit of the power of the original witch never stopped, except that unlike other people in Yijia's awe of the power of the original witch, he was more like a provocation in the pursuit?

Yes, provocation!

Several old Yi family members had harshly reprimanded Yi Xiang after they perceived his thoughts.

In many people's view, because Shao Xuan of Flaming Horn is his susceptible biggest threat, however, Shao Xuan's primary purpose is not necessarily to die. He just wants to see what the power of the original witch is, can he go beyond his current power? After all, Yixiang thinks that he is the most powerful person in Yijia for thousands of years, even 10,000 years, to do this against Yijia is a means to prove his strength.

However, it turns out that your grandfather is still your grandfather, and your ancestors are still your ancestors.

Even though Shao Xuan is not an original witch, he only gained some of the power of the original witch. But that's the power, and it always hits him high.

The last time in the world of consciousness was this time, again, with similar means.

Yixiang closed his eyes. This situation was unexpected to him, and he could not tell. It was also the first time that Easy was clearly aware of the gap between his power and that of the original witch.

“Not enough, not enough.” Easy as grit grinding sounds lowly. The voice is filled with complex emotions, like unwillingness and fate, making people understand.

I don't know if it's because of the control of the puppet herd, or because of the oppression caused by the upside down on the field, or because of the intense fluctuations in the emotions, the body trembles slightly, holding the fingers of the strings, slowly moving the wooden ornament with various stripes engraved on the strings, then suddenly squeezing, thumbs pressed on a round wooden ornament.

The dimpled eyes covered by the shadow of the hood opened suddenly, and the red light flashed, like dripping blood to keep you awake.

And at this moment, the easily enslaved puppet beast was like a machine that had been cut off from power, stopping all the movement, and some of the puppet beasts that were supposed to be in an offensive position fell directly on the ground and just climbed onto the land, sliding from the ice into the sea water.

Shao Xuan looked forward, without the cover of the giant beasts, and he stood on the head of a giant beast, naturally able to see the easy figure.

Giving up? Admit it?