He was once a god in the clouds, but overnight he fell into dust in the mud.
Mu Nanshan was born with a sacred bone on his back, but in his family's ancestral hall, he was tortured by his relatives in the name of "family justice" and was reduced to a useless person. He was bedridden for seven years and received all the cold treatment. Only his parents supported him in despair.
Until that day, blue snow covered the sun.
The Ice Age has arrived, extreme cold has engulfed civilization, and mutated monsters are rampant in the ruins. All the order and hypocrisy of the old days were frozen and crushed. In this bloody wasteland where everything can be killed and only the fittest will survive forever, Mu Nanshan, who was regarded as a burden, heard the cold whisper from the "oracle" in the deepest part of winter.
While others were still fighting for their lives for a bite of food, he had exchanged the corpses of monsters for the method of killing gods;
While the enemy is still sleeping and dying in the warm fortress, his footsteps have already traversed endless ice fields and ruins.
"They thought they could take away my life by removing my bones."
Mu Nanshan clenched the sharp blade made of ice, snow and blood in his hand, looking at the majestic family fortress hanging high in the apocalyptic sky, his eyes ignited with flames colder than absolute zero.
"But I don't know that the reason why God is God..."
"I never care what kind of body I wear."
This is a bloody path of counterattack that starts from the beginning and breaks through the sky.
It is also an ultimate revenge seeking justice for the entire world.
The age of ice has arrived, and those who kill gods should carry out their swords.
Okay, great fun