Chapter 634: Chapter 629: Have you heard of [Descent of the Heavenly God]? Chapter 634: Chapter 629: Have you heard of [Descent of the Heavenly God]? Muria had just flown less than a hundred meters when four surging tides of ice descended onto him, causing a massive layer of frost to form around his body. An iceberg emerged, the inside of which was continuously melting, but the outside was rapidly thickening.

Roar! The giant white snake, excited by the sight, twisted its vast body around the iceberg freezing Muria and proceeded to tighten its giant serpentine body. The force it exerted, one powerful enough to shatter the most solid mountains in the world, was bearing down on Muria.

For common boas, constriction is their most powerful method of attack, but even whether it is an ordinary-sized serpent or an extraordinarily strong massive one, it remained the most effective attack. This method maximizes their body size and physical prowess.

Crack! Fine cracks appeared on the iceberg entwining the white snake, then expanded. Golden light shot out from them, and the huge ice fell downwards. Then, Muria, his whole body aflame, was revealed from within.

“Move!” The liberated Muria, enraged, saw the giant serpent less than thirty meters from him. He fiercely bellowed, the prison-suppression halberd in his hand without hesitation plunging into the body of the white snake. He then drew the Damo Sword with his other hand and aimed it towards the serpent’s heart.

Roar! The intense pain of its heart being pierced caused the white snake to let out a roar unlike any ordinary snake. But the pain it felt was not fatal. In its immense suffering, its serpentine body wound even tighter around Muria.

The white snake coiled its twisting body tightly around Muria while the Golden Thunder and Dragon flames erupted from Muria. The hurricane clung to his body as the white scales on the snake began to distort and shatter. Its scales turned black and fell off, revealing its glistening flesh underneath…

However, the white snake was indifferent to such an attack. Ignoring the wind, fire, and thunder on Muria’s body, it began to tighten its winding body, causing Muria to grunt in pain.

The average metal armor provides the best protection against sharp weapons and is weakest against blunt instruments, rendering them almost useless. A heavily armored foot soldier hit by a warhammer would feel the full impact of the blow.

However, Extraordinary Powers, like that possessed by Muria’s Saintly Imperial Abyss, could deflect more than ninety percent of the damage even from a shield strike, thus Muria only had to endure the trivial remaining ten percent.

But this assault was different. This was a strangling assault from a powerful serpent, which is considered a formidable species in the world. Under such force, Muria felt his bones creaking, slowly deforming and fracturing.

“Squelch!” Golden blood spurted out from the gaps of the Saintly Imperial Abyss and splashed onto the body of the white snake. The opposing forces met and immediately caused a series of small violent explosions.

“Roar!” Muria roared angrily, stirring the sky and clouds. The Golden Thunder danced on his body and the Dragon Flames blazed fiercely, radiating heat that could evaporate most substances.

Muriam attempted to break free of the white serpent’s constricting coils, but compared to the hardness of the Saintly Imperial Abyss, his body was fragile. So under the snake’s winding, parts of the Saintly Imperial Abyss started to puncture into his flesh.

Under the terrifying power of the white snake, the armor that usually protected him had become a weapon injuring him. Of course, even under these circumstances, the Saintly Imperial Abyss was still protecting him, helping Muria carry some of the white snake’s load. If it hadn’t been for Saintly Imperial Abyss carrying most of the burden for him, Muria’s skeletons would have been fractured into pieces by the giant serpent, and his flesh and organs would have mixed together.

The Saintly Imperial Abyss soaked in Muria’s blood was humming. From the moment of its creation, it possessed a spirit of its own. It was made from nine legendary metals merged with Muria’s blood and soul. It was an extension of Muria’s body and will. It didn’t want to hurt Muria but was helpless against such overwhelmingly powerful force.

“Muria!” Michaela, entangled with five legends, looked up at the roaring Muria. In the Legendary Battlefield, Muria was the most dazzling and brightest presence.

When Muria was frozen and his flames were covered, Michaela knew that something was wrong with Muria. She wanted to help him but couldn’t do anything.

With Michaela’s Divine Power, she should have been sleeping for twenty years. She just crossed the Legendary Barrier and forcibly awakened herself. Her power was lower than when Muria broke through, through the battle with the White Dragon Clodia, she had adapted perfectly to her own power.

Her ability to take on five now, and five legends who were stronger than her, show how powerful her bloodline was and how well she was prepared. Therefore, it is impossible for Michaela to free her hands to help Muria.

“Surrender, Titan, as long as you are willing to surrender, I can let you go right now!” With its head lowered, the white snake stared at Muria struggling within its body and said, its cold blue slits for eyes unwavering.

Normally, when a snake species catches its prey it strangles and swallows it. Initially, the white snake had an impulse to swallow Muria. If it could digest him, it would undoubtedly become a celestial figure, then contemplate the most pleasant place to die.

Being a powerful creature that she was, she was privy to many secrets of the world unknown to others. The more one knows, the more they fear. She dared not swallow Muria, she could not bear the consequences of killing him.

Like her foolish teammates said, she and Muria were Legends. If she killed him, Titan might let her go. But that’s a big might. Moreover, Muria wasn’t pure-blooded Titan.

Half of his bloodline was Dragon King’s. These Metallic dragons would absolutely not let her go because she is a Legend, she would surely be hunted down.

That’s why she hated fighting against these people with powerful backgrounds. She had the strength to defeat them, even kill them, but she had to hold back because of the forces behind them.

“You guys are way too cautious!” The bones in Muria’s body were crushed, his flesh twisted into mincemeat, and from the gaps in his armor, streams of blood gushed out like fountains.

Muria lifted his head, only his bright golden pupils visible behind his faceguard, shining with disappointment as he faced the white snake. Although these legends had acted ruthlessly, they hadn’t shown any real intention to kill him during their fight. They didn’t dare kill him.

Despite this, they had put immense pressure on Muria, making him feel the shadow of death. However, he could also sense the shackles in his body shattering entirely, letting his latent power emerge.

So, right at that moment, under the oppression of the giant white snake, three spatial rifts connecting to the elemental realms tore open above Muria’s head. Streams of rampant elemental energy flowed down towards him.

“Seal those spatial rifts!”

The fluctuations of divine power indicated that deities were intervening. The other four legends also took action, closing the three spatial rifts that had appeared for less than a moment, cutting off Muria, who was in the process of advancing, from the influx of external elements.

But his advancement continued, his power subliming even in an energy-deprived state, because a new power was emerging deep in Muria’s body — the power of his semi-plane.

In the semi-plane controlled by Muria, the natural distribution of elements was even richer than the outside world. However, those elements were now converging at a certain spot and then disappearing.

A discernible vortex was forming amidst the torrents of wind and urgently gathering clouds. The extensive concentration of elements caused a vast, multicolored elemental cloud to appear next to the vortex in the semi-plane’s sky, where the core of the cloud was red, blue, and green.

“The elements are unbalanced!” A middle-aged mage materialized on the mage tower at the center of the semi-plane. His face wore an anxious expression as he looked at the sky, “What’s happening to the master outside that he needs to draw such an enormous amount of power from the semi-plane.”

“Boom–” A radiant golden light pillar burst out from Muria, piercing the thick cloud layer and revealing the seemingly temperatureless white sun in the sky.

“He’s advanced!” A flash of surprise appeared in the white snake’s eyes, which quickly turned vicious. “So what? You’re just one tier stronger. You still can’t break free from my constraints. Just surrender!”

“Who says?” A laugh echoed from beneath Muria’s faceguard, which held the majestic authority like that of an ancient god. “Ever heard of this? The most profound technique of the human warriors, the [Descent of the Heavenly God], can instantly heal all injuries and render them immune to all negative magic. Humans have this technique. Do you think the Titans don’t? Do you think I haven’t mastered it?”

Brilliant golden light shone on Muria, reforming his broken bones and reconstructing his pulped muscles and veins. Radiant golden thunderbolts flickered, intense dragon flames rose and formed a hexagonal golden dragon made of fire, roaring at the white snakes.

Unintimidated, the white snake responded with a roar of its own. The colossal soundwave shattered the dimensional space and reduced the flame dragon to clusters of fire.

However, its expression changed in the next instant. The fire was drawn back into Muria’s body, an overwhelming force erupting within him. The white snake felt as if it was not a Titan that it had wrapped around, but an ancient god that had just awakened from the beginning of time.

“Rip!” The sound of something tough being torn apart echoed through the sky. Muria, enveloped in a golden aura, reappeared, with two twisting pieces of snake body in his hand. The white snake let out a sharp and furious roar.

From the wound inflicted by Muria’s Prison-suppression halberd, he had ripped the white snake’s body into two parts. Being torn apart was incredibly painful for any living creature.

The white snake roared, dragging its half body into the sky. Muria sneered, pulling the wriggly tail into his half-plane.

“I’ve changed my mind. Since you don’t intend to kill me, I won’t kill you either.” Muria knew that they were holding back because of his identity, but he decided to respond accordingly. Using them as live energy sources seemed to be a good idea.

Just as Muria was about to act, a booming sound echoed. A scarlet fire trail broke through the rumbling clouds and dashed towards the legendary battlefield. Muria, whose strength was doubled due to the secret technique, saw clearly that within the scarlet flames was one of the Blazing Sky God Descendants with eight wings on his back.

“This guy, why hasn’t he gone back to the heavenly realm?” Seeing his brother-in-law, Muria frowned, “Don’t tell me he was looking all along? Watching me be beaten up?”

“I’ll beat him up sooner or later.” Muria snorted coldly. And then, “Click!” The sound of shattering drowned out the subsequent dragon chants. A chilling frost mist spread, causing the space to freeze. In the mist, nine graceful silver dragons danced…