Chapter 1833 Appearance

Chapter 1833 Appearance

1833 Appearance

Time continued to tick by.

...

Lichen's eyes narrowed. Suddenly, all his thoughts and feelings of danger had vanished. It felt like there was only one reason for this...

Ryu had left the world. But was that possible? Had he really come here for no reason? Or was this a ploy by the Real Plane to make them waste their Faith? Had they been outplayed?

Lichen looked off into the distance. The cloudy skies had gained some purplish-black hues.

If they really thought that this was enough to end things, then they were sorely mistaken. If Ryu had escaped, then not only did Lichen look down on him, but that also meant that there was no one left to protect this world.

In that case, he would just have to destroy it.

What chance did they stand now?

Lichen took a step and a campaign that rampaged across the Ashen Snow Holy World began.

Cities fell one after another, and often, Lichen hardly had to lift a finger. His three subordinates were more than enough.

With the Real Plane's advantage having been stripped away, while their most powerful players were gone and nowhere to be seen, there was simply no one that could stop them.

In just a few days, the situation that Ryu had fought for had been completely overturned and the outside world had received so many signals for help that their heads were spinning.

The Luminara Clan was pushed back into a corner. They realized that they had no choice any longer and could only call forward someone far stronger. Even if it meant losing control of the Holy World, it was a price they would have to pay. The sin of losing a Holy World wasn't something that they could bear.

After just a few exchanges, the formation had already begun to shift and change, cracks appearing and other runes dimming.

Soon, it looked like a fragmented landscape of ice, almost like the surface of an egg after it had fallen to the ground.

Just one more poke and they might collapse entirely.

It was then, that in the case, an unnoticeable figure strolled through the chaos. He moved with unhurried steps, walking above the Fiend Race army as though he wasn't even worried about being targeted. It was clear at a glance that he wasn't a Fiend, so he was strolling right through the regions where the enemies were the strongest. And yet... no one seemed to notice his presence at all. Not even Lichen.

However, he never actually tried to hide himself from sight. So just the same, slowly but surely, more and more people began to notice him.

At that moment, Lichen felt his heart skip a beat and his gaze shot into the skies. His pupils constricted into pinholes.

The man came to a stop, a mere 20 meters from the three God Qi elites bombarding the formation.

He looked forward calmly, seemingly waiting for something.

It was only after several seconds that the three seemed to notice something off about the atmosphere and suddenly snapped their heads back.

When they saw the man, their hearts leapt into their throats. How could someone possibly sneak up on them to this extent?

A long head of white hair, piercing silver eyes, a face as handsome as a God's, and a bearing no less than that.

"It seems you all have had fun in my absence."

He looked around calmly, seemingly not caring about the deaths of the Fey or Naturals that had been wiped out in his absence.

The man raised a palm and the snow around him seemed to thrum with life, forming the vague outline of a long blade with fluttering snowflakes.

"The name is Ryu Tatsuya. Who would like to die first?"