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Chapter 294: Chapter 294: The Overseer Ice Talker, The Secret of the Snow Mountain



John began to piece things together. From the memories of the Shadow Clan upper-tier god, he had learned that the worlds of the other seven Lord Gods had also descended upon Shadow Star, including that of the Nature Clan.

It seemed the Shadow Clan's target was indeed this Terran.

As he looked at the members of the Saint Spirit Clan writhing in agony, he wondered if Terran would actually show up.

If by evening that guy still didn't appear, then John would risk everything to save Quagmire. At worst, he'd hide in his World-in-Hand, convinced those enemies wouldn't be able to destroy it from outside.

Time passed slowly, and many Saint Spirit Clan members, unable to endure the relentless torture, lashed out desperately at the Shadow Clan.

But the Shadow Clan merely contained them, refraining from any lethal action.

It was clear they were determined to torture them for an entire day.

Sighs filled the square, with people expressing sympathy for the Saint Spirit Clan's plight.

But sympathy was all they could muster; none dared to openly defy the Shadow Clan.

"They're here!" Suddenly, a low voice rang out as the black-robed Grimnir and the village chief Kangus both rose from the platform, their gazes intense, fixed on the distant horizon. Whoosh...

A fierce wind howled as a powerful aura swept across the square, and three figures quickly approached from afar.

One of them was a member of the Saint Spirit Clan-most likely the Overseer, Terran.

Accompanying him were a woman dressed in white, her aura icy. With her arrival, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Her presence marked her as an Overseer as well.

The third was an elderly man in a black robe, horns crowning his head, suggesting Beast Clan bloodlines. Though not an Overseer, his aura was equally intimidating.

As the three of them descended, the Shadow Clan grew tense, and their elites immediately surrounded them.

Quagmire leaned over to John, whispering, "That woman in white is the Nature Clan Overseer, Ice Talker. As for the old man, I've never seen him before."

John nodded, curiously observing the woman in white, Ice Talker.

She exuded a powerful aura, but what intrigued him most was the faint trace of The Immortals' energy he sensed from her.

It seemed Ice Talker, too, had refined an Immortals treasure. But where had she obtained it?

At that moment, both sides faced off, their hostility nearly tangible.

Ice Talker wore a faint smile, her presence radiating a terrifying pressure that suddenly bore down on the two hunters' brood mothers.

Whimper...

The brood mothers let out frightened, low whimpers, no longer daring to continue their soul attacks.

The surrounding Shadow Clan soldiers looked tense, their hands gripping their weapons trembling slightly.

Ice Talker ignored them, fixing her gaze on Kangus and Grimnir on the platform. With a faint smile, she said, "Sirs, if you'd show me some grace and let me take these people, I'll compensate you with an Immortal Herb Garden. What do you say?"

Both men frowned, preparing to respond when another peak upper-tier god stepped forward angrily, "You're the one who plundered our Immortal Herb Garden and mines, slaughtering countless Shadow Clan soldiers. And now you think offering one garden will allow you to take these people? No way."

Ice Talker glanced at the man, her smile fading as she replied in a cold, measured tone, "Did I give you permission to speak?"

Buzz!

Suddenly, a snowflake appeared in the air, fluttering lightly before shooting toward the Shadow Clan god.

Boom...

A mist of blood erupted as he was instantly obliterated.

Moments later, the blood mist condensed, and he resurrected where he stood, coughing up blood, his face pale with terror.

"Enough!" Grimnir roared, clutching two jade stones in his hand as he glared at Ice Talker, his expression wary. "Today, you owe us an explanation."

John's gaze was drawn to the stones in Grimnir's hand-they were Spirit Stones!

It seemed Grimnir intended to use the Spirit Stones against Ice Talker. Did Spirit Stones have hidden abilities?

Ice Talker's expression darkened with irritation, but she said, "I've told you already, I haven't plundered your Immortal Herb Garden or Shadow minerals. I'll add another offer: I'll tell you about the snow mountain if you let me take the Saint Spirit Clan members."

"Snow mountain?" John couldn't hide his surprise and blurted out, "You know the location of the snow mountain?"

At his question, everyone's attention shifted to him.

"Oh, The Immortals' Overseer? So, you're the Godslayer!" Ice Talker finally noticed John, her eyes lighting up with interest.

Turning back to Grimnir, she smiled and said, "I've changed my mind. I'll be taking both the Saint Spirit Clan members and this Godslayer. And you're not getting any information about the snow mountain."

"Attack!" Grimnir shouted, tossing the two Spirit Stones into the air. Unusual energy waves rippled around them.

It was a formation!

John realized what was happening, but before he could react, a surge of spatial energy enveloped him and all the nearby Saint Spirit Clan members, transporting them into Ice Talker's World-in-Hand.

"Fight our way out!" she commanded, and a flurry of snowflakes swirled, each one laced with

lethal intent.

Terran, the Saint Spirit Clan Overseer, joined the battle, wielding dual swords that emitted dazzling streaks of light as he cut down Shadow Clan soldiers.

The old man was the most intriguing-his robe tore away, transforming him into a towering

giant.

The transformation reminded John of his own Heaven and Earth Transformation, though the aura the old man exuded was entirely different.

"Earth Split!" the old man roared, stomping his foot down. A fissure split open on the ground, disrupting the formation just as it was solidifying.

"Underworld Clan!" Village Chief Kangus cried out in shock, eyes blazing with fury as he launched himself toward the man.

"Emperor of the Underworld, retreat," Ice Talker called out, pulling the old man back into her World-in-Hand. Taking advantage of the moment before the formation reclosed, she and

Terran broke through together.

Without the constraints of the formation, the Shadow Clan elites couldn't hold them back,

and the two escaped effortlessly.

"Damn it!" Grimnir fumed, furious as he watched the two slip away.

With the formation down, he was powerless to stop Ice Talker and could only watch them

vanish into the distance.

"Grimnir, you were too impulsive. You should've discussed this with me beforehand!"

Kangus snarled, glaring coldly at him.

Grimnir shook his head, frustrated. "I didn't anticipate him having an Underworld Clan

member at his side."

"Hmph. Now that Godslayer has been taken by Ice Talker, you'll have to answer to Lord Shadow yourself." Kangus snorted before disappearing.

Grimnir's expression shifted, finally realizing the gravity of the situation.

Lord Shadow had other plans for Godslayer, but now that he'd been taken by Ice Talker, Grimnir was likely in deep trouble if Shadow held him responsible.

...

Meanwhile, John looked around curiously.

Surrounded by lush mountains and rivers, with birds chirping and vibrant life all around.

He quickly guessed this was Ice Talker's World-in-Hand.

"My Lord," Quagmire approached, looking pale and weakened. He whispered, concerned,

"Do you think Ice Talker's holding us here to harm us?"

John shook his head. "You'll be fine. As for me, I'm not so sure."

He'd already learned that the Nature Clan was involved behind the scenes of the Game of the

Gods.

They should theoretically be allied with the Shadow Clan.

Yet from their interactions, it was unclear whether they were friends or foes.

Just then, a ripple of spatial energy appeared, and Ice Talker and her companions

materialized.

Her gaze locked onto John, a faint smile playing on her lips.

John felt a shiver run through him, unable to decipher what she intended.

With a casual wave, Ice Talker dismissed her two companions before finally speaking. "Relax,

little one. How about we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" John asked warily.

"Simple. Hand over the two Hearts of the Continent you possess, and I'll let you go." She

smiled knowingly, fully aware that John held Heidern's and the Sea King's Hearts of the

Continent.

"Impossible," John refused outright, surveying his surroundings. "Besides, you can't hold

me here."

He wasn't bluffing. Ice Talker's World-in-Hand was strong, but with his divine skill, Creation and Destruction, designed to counter World-in-Hand spaces, he could easily escape, even if he couldn't completely destroy it.

And if that failed, he could retreat into his own World-in-Hand; as long as he kept his

location hidden, this woman couldn't touch him.

Ice Talker didn't seem fazed and continued, "Then let's change the terms. I'll let you go if you

join the Nature Clan's camp."

John frowned, suspicious. "It seems like you're quite eager to let me leave."

She shrugged helplessly. "It's not that I want to let you go; it's just that I can't stop you."

John rubbed his nose, finding her words misleadingly suggestive.

She went on, "You're already in the sights of every Overseer from all the major clans, backed

by their Lord Gods. I'm not nearly strong enough to contend with those forces, and I don't want that trouble coming my way."

"Is that so?" John sensed she wasn't lying, feeling he had the upper hand. He replied, "I'll consider leaving-if you tell me the location of the snow mountain."

Ice Talker looked at him, puzzled. "You don't know?"

"How would I know if you don't tell me?" John frowned, beginning to think this woman was

slightly out of touch.

Ice Talker replied, "How should I know if you don't know?"

John mad, he don't know what is she talking about.

Exasperated, John snapped, "I'm not here to play riddles. Just tell me!"

Ice Talker's puzzlement deepened as she asked, "You really can't sense the snow mountain?"

John felt an urge to use Memory Extraction on her-provided his Soul Technique was stronger

than hers.

Taking a deep breath to control his irritation, he said coldly, "Spit it out."

She smirked coyly. "Aw, aren't you a fiery one, little brother." Noticing John's anger flare

again, she quickly added, "You're with The Immortals. You should be able to sense the location of the snow mountain."

"What do you mean?" John asked, still frowning.

Seeing that he genuinely didn't know, Ice Talker explained, "The snow mountain is actually a World-in-Hand."

"What?" John was shocked. "The snow mountain is an Overseer?"

"No," Ice Talker continued. "That Overseer has long since fallen, but his World-in-Hand remains intact, concealed on Shadow Star. Only someone from The Immortals can sense it." John's mind raced. "So the snow mountain was the Overseer of The Immortals?" "Yes." Ice Talker looked at him curiously. "Can't you really sense the location of that World-

in-Hand?" John's brow furrowed. He shook his head, explaining, "I've been out every night, but I've never sensed any trace of this snow mountain."