Using the technique he naturally comprehended while absorbing the Profound Ice Spirit Core, Alex launched an aggressive and fierce attack on Quill, facing various formidable ice techniques, Quill did not dare clash head-on and could only dodge desperately, looking incredibly pathetic.
This overwhelming battle left the Grave-Digging Ghost watching in stunned amazement. "My heavens..."
"To actually suppress the leader of the Four Great Ancient Zombie Kings to this extent."
"Is Master not... a bit too absurdly overpowered?"
"Hmph, that is of course!" Noah on the side felt quite a shared sense of honor and smiled proudly.
"This is my Saint Lord, the strongest man in all the world!"
"Even the Tiger, Crane, and Wolf ancestors of the Heavenly Flame Dynasty were defeated at his hands, let alone this mere old zombie?"
"Kid, do not celebrate too early." The Grave-Digging Ghost narrowed its eyes and said in a deep voice.
"The most powerful aspect of a Zombie King does not lie in the level of their abilities."
"It lies in their immortal and indestructible vitality, for which there is fundamentally no countermeasure."
"Think about it. Back then, that Great Emperor of the Immortal Realm had to rely on an Emperor Weapon to completely seal the Four Great Zombie Kings."
"Master does not have such a powerful sealing technique, so how will he end this duel?"
"If he cannot end it, then things will be terrible."
"A Zombie King’s vitality is endless, while Master’s spiritual energy, no matter how abundant, is ultimately limited."
"Although Master can steadily suppress Quill on the surface right now, the moment his spiritual energy is exhausted will be the time for Quill’s counterattack!"
Hearing these words, Noah’s expression instantly became heavy again. He could not imagine what means the Saint Lord would use to reseal Quill like that Great Emperor did back then.
However, looking at the Saint Lord’s calm and completely relaxed expression, it seemed he already had a well-thought-out plan.
Under continuous bombardment, Quill had been forced into a corner with nowhere left to hide.
Alex stood with his arms crossed and smiled faintly. "Quill, are you going to continue your dying struggle?"
"Heh, kid, do not get too arrogant." Quill panted heavily and sneered coldly.
"Your abilities are indeed not bad, especially after obtaining my Profound Ice Spirit Core, it is like a tiger that has grown wings."
"But for a mere mortal like you to want to kill my zombie race is absolutely impossible!"
"In today’s battle, you will hold the upper hand for the vast majority of the time."
"But the final victory will definitely belong to me, hahahaha!"
Quill threw his head back and laughed wildly, simultaneously raising his scepter high.
Those dozens of zombie generals instantly received their orders, wielding their weapons, they launched a sneak attack toward Alex’s back.
Facing this rear assault, Alex did not move an inch, he slightly narrowed his eyes. Between the five fingers of both hands, a bone-chilling, murderously surging blue mist began to linger.
"Thousand Miles Ice Seal!"
Alex narrowed his eyes, spun his body in a full circle, and swept the blue light in his palm toward the surroundings.
The next second, a layer of cold ice exuding rolling white mist froze out of thin air behind him, the dozens of zombie generals were entirely frozen within.
The Profound Ice Spirit Core had two major abilities.
The first was to freeze, and the second was to shatter.
After freezing the zombie generals, Alex leaned forward slightly and struck out with a backhanded punch, he did not strike the ice layer directly, but instead struck the air right in front of it.
Crack... Crack...
Bizarre sounds rang out one after another, and the ice layer was covered in a dense web of cracks.
The next second, the hard cold ice completely shattered into fine pieces, and the dozens of zombie generals frozen within were entirely shattered into powder.
"You... you bastard!" Quill’s pupils shrank abruptly, revealing a look of horror, he could not help but retreat again and again.
"You only just stole my Profound Ice Spirit Core, yet you can actually use it so proficiently..."
"Thanks for the compliment." Alex stood with his hands behind his back and unhurriedly approached Quill step by step.
He smiled faintly. "Did you not just say that your zombie race cannot be killed?"
"It seems that by borrowing your power, I successfully killed all the lackeys under your command."
"Heh... so what?" Quill forcefully suppressed his terror and sneered coldly.
"The power of the Profound Ice Spirit Core can only kill ordinary zombies."
"I am a dignified Zombie King. What can you do to me?"
"Death is at hand, yet you are still acting tough. Truly pathetic." Alex could not help but shake his head and sigh.
Unhurriedly raising his hand, he swept out another streak of blue mist. Unable to dodge in time, Quill was similarly frozen within a layer of ice.
Although his body could not move an inch, his face was still full of a contemptuous, ferocious sneer. "Heh, come on!"
"If you have the capability, shatter the ice layer and see if you can shatter me into powder too!"
Alex stood with his arms crossed and smiled faintly. "You are a dignified Zombie King. How could you be so easily shattered like ordinary little grunts?"
"Although I cannot kill you, making you roll back into your coffin to sleep eternally in this ice-sealed space is still something I can do."
After saying this, Alex brought his index and middle fingers together and bit the tips, drawing blood.
Using his fingers as a brush and his blood as ink, he rapidly swung his hand in mid-air, writing a massive word Edict.
"Dragon Blood Dark Yellow, Heaven and Earth Primordial!"
"All evils sealed, restoring the bright and prosperous age!"
Facing this Edict word that surged with blood-red light to the heavens, emitted overwhelming yang energy, and was permeated with intense dragon might, even Quill, frozen within the ice layer, could not help but reveal a look of deep terror.
"This... how is this possible?!" The Grave-Digging Ghost, who had remained calm all along, could not help but widen his eyes, face full of shock.
He stared blankly at Noah beside him and asked. "Kid, your Saint Lord is actually a descendant of the Dragon Race?"