The City of Extreme Cold was enveloped in a crimson light, with temperatures rising and the air distorting as if it was the end of days with flames covering the sky.
"How is this possible? What kind of ability is this!"
Balton's pitch-black eyes reflected the sky ablaze, his face twitching violently in distortion.
Even as a legendary creature, he was not immune to the damage inflicted by high-level spells. The destructive power of spells was inherently high, and without the strength of someone like Harlis, even legends would need to temporarily evade the bombardment of high-level spells.
"Is it an illusion?"
"No, it's not. These flames are real."
Balton clenched his teeth, his pupils contracted, looking up at the terrifying spell storm engulfing the entire City of Extreme Cold.
The scorching temperature was palpably transmitted through his skin.
The once snow-white and cold ice plain now glowed with a reddish light, with temperatures climbing continuously, making the Frost Giants uncomfortable. Yet, this was merely the most insignificant effect.
The beasts scaling the walls halted their advance, turning and fleeing into the distance.
Kriechens and Fred gaped in astonishment, taking in sharp breaths, their eyes wide open.
Underneath these apocalyptic spells, the wise and rational demeanor typical of high-level mages was nowhere to be seen.
"Are these... our high-level spells we just cast?"
After regaining their composure, Kriechens and Fred exchanged looks, seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.
High-level spellcasters are highly sensitive to changes in magical and elemental energies.
What astounded them was the sudden appearance of these high-level spells without causing any elemental energy fluctuations, appearing out of nowhere as if they did not belong to this time and space.
Moreover, they were all too familiar with the magic within those spells, clearly originating from the same source as their own.
This meant those Cloud of Fire and Infernal Flame Demon spells were not only identical spells but also cast by their own hands.
However, the simultaneous appearance of so many high-level spells at this moment, even if they were squeezed dry and all their cells burned into magical power, would not be sufficient to cast.
"The power of time is truly beyond comprehension, unbelievable."
The high-level spellcasters murmured to themselves, their eyes filled with longing.
Mages yearn for knowledge, truth, and the essence of the world, and time is undoubtedly one of the most mysterious forces, captivating them.
"This place shall turn to ashes and dust."
Garon spoke in a deep voice.
With a thought, a rain of fire simultaneously fell from the sky.
So many Cloud of Fire spells unleashed at once, forming a nearly seamless curtain of fire rain, like a waterfall of flames descending from the sky, bringing with it overwhelming pressure and terrifying high temperatures pouring down on the City of Extreme Cold.
The Infernal Flame Demons roared, swarming down with the waterfall of fire.
Boom! The snow-covered ice plain suddenly blossomed into an angry flower of fire, enveloping the entire City of Extreme Cold.
The firestorm raged, buildings in the City of Extreme Cold melted in the all-consuming flames, the Frost Giants emanating cold air were instantly engulfed by the flames, quickly turning into charred corpses and then ashes.
"No! My people! My City of Extreme Cold!"
Balton, bathed in fire, had his eyes nearly bursting.
He looked up at the sky, roaring furiously, his hands reaching forward into space, then pulling out a bone-white giant axe.
The axe, sixteen meters long with a cold blade and ice crystals on its back, was adorned with dragon scales of various colors, predominantly white, with other colors as accents.
This was the Winter's Fury, a legendary item passed down in the Polar Tribe since ancient times, believed to be a gift from the Giant God to the Frost Giant heroes.
For a long time, Winter's Fury could not be used, rusted and treated as a mere fire stick, with no Frost Giant believing it to be a legendary item.
However, after Balton became the Dark Lord, as if by chance or destiny, he came into possession of it. Stimulated by the powers of darkness and frost, this legendary item "came to life," shedding its tarnish to reveal its brilliance once more.
"Legendary item."
Garon's brow furrowed.
On the Dark Frost Giant's axe, he sensed an extraordinary aura, far stronger than the legendary items he had obtained from Harlis.
Boom! A wave of cold air erupted from Balton, suppressing and dispersing the flames within a hundred meters.
"Winter!"
The Dark Giant raised the axe, bellowing to the sky.
Layers of metallic cold light ice crystals extended from the handle, crackling over his entire body, forming a full-coverage menacing armor, isolating all flames.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Countless ice elements erupted, even condensing into tangible icy blue glows, flowing towards Winter's Fury like ribbons, imbuing it with a blinding brilliance.
Balton, wielding the axe, struck heavily.
Boom! A nearly hundred-meter-long dark blue blade beam shot out from Winter's Fury, momentarily blocking the cascading fire waterfall, cleaving through it.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Continuous dark blue blade beams rose from below, slicing towards the thickly layered Cloud of Fire in the sky. The power of frost and darkness blasted the fire clouds apart, unable to form a stable attack anymore.
Balton could not stand idly by as the City of Extreme Cold was destroyed, unable to watch his kin howl in the sea of fire.
He disregarded the drain on his strength and magical power, breaking open the Cloud of Fire that enveloped the entire City of Extreme Cold with such aggressive attacks.
After dispelling the Cloud of Fire, Balton, holding the axe, thrust it fiercely into the ground.
Thud! The handle of Winter's Fury touched the ground, instantly forming vast swathes of frost, rapidly spreading in all directions.
The flames burning in the city were swept by the frost, some frozen within, turning into lifelike fire ice sculptures, while most were directly extinguished by the cold air emitted by the frost.
The Infernal Flame Demons were frozen by the frost, then shattered into pieces by ice spears casually conjured by Balton.
The spread of frost, the power of Winter's Fury, rescued the Giant City from the sea of fire.
"Such a powerful legendary item, such a formidable giant."
Two red dragons circled around Garon, their faces showing wariness.
The power of frost made them uncomfortable and somewhat fearful.
Nicole Nina also revealed herself, but after glancing at the awe-inspiring axe, she trembled and vanished once again.
"This legendary giant is mine."
Garon looked down at the Dark Giant.
Pausing, he said calmly yet with ruthless decisiveness, "Lead the wolf pack and kill all the remaining giants in the city, leaving none alive."
The true dragons nodded, spreading out and flying down.
Garon's gaze swept over the City of Extreme Cold.
Although Balton had ultimately scattered the Layered Spellcasting, the destruction it caused was unavoidable.
The originally rugged but gleaming City of Extreme Cold was now a scene of ruins and devastation, with many buildings almost melted by the flames, the scorching heat, and billowing black smoke creating an environment starkly out of place in the Northern Ice Plain.
Balton applied a wide-ranging Dark Blessing, saving some of the Frost Giants on the brink of death.
But eighty percent of the Frost Giants had already turned into charred corpses in the sea of fire.
Dark Blessing could not revive corpses.
Balton looked around, his eyes showing sorrow as he observed the devastated city.
He clenched Winter's Fury, slowly lifting his head.
His armored face only revealed a pair of cold eyes.
Although his expression was unclear, Garon could feel the chilling intent emanating from Balton, directed entirely at himself.
Garon's expression remained unchanged, his silver scales gleaming brightly.
He didn't give the opponent a chance to act first.
After continuously releasing those powerful strikes, forcibly dispersing the Cloud of Fire, and then immediately using a city-covering frost breath, Balton was still recovering, vulnerable.
And Garon was not one to fight fair with his enemies.
Accelerated State·Tenfold Speed! This was the limit of acceleration Garon could achieve.
From utter stillness to extreme motion, the silver dragon took only an instant, perfectly connecting actions, suddenly turning into a straight streak of light, descending from the sky.
The scenery in his field of vision rapidly receded, and the figure of the Dark Frost Giant wielding the giant axe magnified clearly.
Winter's Fury gleamed with blinding cold light, Balton roared, swinging the axe towards the rapidly approaching Garon, a hundred-meter-long dark beam whistling out.
He couldn't see Garon's movement trajectory, but relying on his battle-hardened instincts, he could barely react.
"Die!"
A muffled, angry Giant language echoed in Garon's ears.
Garon's gaze sharpened, instantly applying Slow on the opponent.
He didn't want to be hit by that obviously extraordinary legendary weapon's attack. Even though dragon scales were as hard as iron, betting that the opponent's legendary weapon wasn't powerful enough was clearly seeking death.
If he died because of this, even if he activated Time Reversal immediately, the future Garon probably wouldn't have the face to save himself.
The Dark Frost Giant's movements suddenly fell into slow motion.
However, to Garon's slight surprise, the tenfold Slow spell, which should have slowed the surrounding flow of time by ten times, actually only slowed it by three times.
The Dark Frost Giant's axe and armor emitted an invisible power, stabilizing the time and space around it, resisting part of the Slow spell's effect.
"The effect of the Slow spell has been weakened."
In the blink of an eye, Garon's thoughts raced.
This was the first time he encountered a situation where his time abilities were weakened.
However, Garon was not overly surprised or hesitant.
As he had thought long ago, time abilities are not unsolvable at the legendary level. Legendary beings have some unfathomable methods. Time abilities are powerful but not invincible.
Moreover, Garon was now only four years old, having entered the legendary realm not long ago, strictly speaking, a being on the same level as his opponent.
Garon focused, took a deep breath, and time power burst forth, spreading from his body.
An area of over three hundred meters instantly came to a halt, high-temperature steam, ice crystals, ashes, dust...everything within this three hundred meters of time stop was frozen.
Faced with a legend of his own level, Garon had no intention of playing around. He was very stable, not giving the opponent any chance, directly using Time Stop.
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The City of Extreme Cold was enveloped in a crimson light, with temperatures rising and the air distorting as if it was the end of days with flames covering the sky.
"How is this possible? What kind of ability is this!"
Balton's pitch-black eyes reflected the sky ablaze, his face twitching violently in distortion.
Even as a legendary creature, he was not immune to the damage inflicted by high-level spells. The destructive power of spells was inherently high, and without the strength of someone like Harlis, even legends would need to temporarily evade the bombardment of high-level spells.
"Is it an illusion?"
"No, it's not. These flames are real."
Balton clenched his teeth, his pupils contracted, looking up at the terrifying spell storm engulfing the entire City of Extreme Cold.
The scorching temperature was palpably transmitted through his skin.
The once snow-white and cold ice plain now glowed with a reddish light, with temperatures climbing continuously, making the Frost Giants uncomfortable. Yet, this was merely the most insignificant effect.
The beasts scaling the walls halted their advance, turning and fleeing into the distance.
Kriechens and Fred gaped in astonishment, taking in sharp breaths, their eyes wide open.
Underneath these apocalyptic spells, the wise and rational demeanor typical of high-level mages was nowhere to be seen.
"Are these... our high-level spells we just cast?"
After regaining their composure, Kriechens and Fred exchanged looks, seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.
High-level spellcasters are highly sensitive to changes in magical and elemental energies.
What astounded them was the sudden appearance of these high-level spells without causing any elemental energy fluctuations, appearing out of nowhere as if they did not belong to this time and space.
Moreover, they were all too familiar with the magic within those spells, clearly originating from the same source as their own.
This meant those Cloud of Fire and Infernal Flame Demon spells were not only identical spells but also cast by their own hands.
However, the simultaneous appearance of so many high-level spells at this moment, even if they were squeezed dry and all their cells burned into magical power, would not be sufficient to cast.
"The power of time is truly beyond comprehension, unbelievable."
The high-level spellcasters murmured to themselves, their eyes filled with longing.
Mages yearn for knowledge, truth, and the essence of the world, and time is undoubtedly one of the most mysterious forces, captivating them.
"This place shall turn to ashes and dust."
Garon spoke in a deep voice.
With a thought, a rain of fire simultaneously fell from the sky.
So many Cloud of Fire spells unleashed at once, forming a nearly seamless curtain of fire rain, like a waterfall of flames descending from the sky, bringing with it overwhelming pressure and terrifying high temperatures pouring down on the City of Extreme Cold.
The Infernal Flame Demons roared, swarming down with the waterfall of fire.
Boom! The snow-covered ice plain suddenly blossomed into an angry flower of fire, enveloping the entire City of Extreme Cold.
The firestorm raged, buildings in the City of Extreme Cold melted in the all-consuming flames, the Frost Giants emanating cold air were instantly engulfed by the flames, quickly turning into charred corpses and then ashes.
"No! My people! My City of Extreme Cold!"
Balton, bathed in fire, had his eyes nearly bursting.
He looked up at the sky, roaring furiously, his hands reaching forward into space, then pulling out a bone-white giant axe.
The axe, sixteen meters long with a cold blade and ice crystals on its back, was adorned with dragon scales of various colors, predominantly white, with other colors as accents.
This was the Winter's Fury, a legendary item passed down in the Polar Tribe since ancient times, believed to be a gift from the Giant God to the Frost Giant heroes.
For a long time, Winter's Fury could not be used, rusted and treated as a mere fire stick, with no Frost Giant believing it to be a legendary item.
However, after Balton became the Dark Lord, as if by chance or destiny, he came into possession of it. Stimulated by the powers of darkness and frost, this legendary item "came to life," shedding its tarnish to reveal its brilliance once more.
"Legendary item."
Garon's brow furrowed.
On the Dark Frost Giant's axe, he sensed an extraordinary aura, far stronger than the legendary items he had obtained from Harlis.
Boom! A wave of cold air erupted from Balton, suppressing and dispersing the flames within a hundred meters.
"Winter!"
The Dark Giant raised the axe, bellowing to the sky.
Layers of metallic cold light ice crystals extended from the handle, crackling over his entire body, forming a full-coverage menacing armor, isolating all flames.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Countless ice elements erupted, even condensing into tangible icy blue glows, flowing towards Winter's Fury like ribbons, imbuing it with a blinding brilliance.
Balton, wielding the axe, struck heavily.
Boom! A nearly hundred-meter-long dark blue blade beam shot out from Winter's Fury, momentarily blocking the cascading fire waterfall, cleaving through it.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Continuous dark blue blade beams rose from below, slicing towards the thickly layered Cloud of Fire in the sky. The power of frost and darkness blasted the fire clouds apart, unable to form a stable attack anymore.
Balton could not stand idly by as the City of Extreme Cold was destroyed, unable to watch his kin howl in the sea of fire.
He disregarded the drain on his strength and magical power, breaking open the Cloud of Fire that enveloped the entire City of Extreme Cold with such aggressive attacks.
After dispelling the Cloud of Fire, Balton, holding the axe, thrust it fiercely into the ground.
Thud! The handle of Winter's Fury touched the ground, instantly forming vast swathes of frost, rapidly spreading in all directions.
The flames burning in the city were swept by the frost, some frozen within, turning into lifelike fire ice sculptures, while most were directly extinguished by the cold air emitted by the frost.
The Infernal Flame Demons were frozen by the frost, then shattered into pieces by ice spears casually conjured by Balton.
The spread of frost, the power of Winter's Fury, rescued the Giant City from the sea of fire.
"Such a powerful legendary item, such a formidable giant."
Two red dragons circled around Garon, their faces showing wariness.
The power of frost made them uncomfortable and somewhat fearful.
Nicole Nina also revealed herself, but after glancing at the awe-inspiring axe, she trembled and vanished once again.
"This legendary giant is mine."
Garon looked down at the Dark Giant.
Pausing, he said calmly yet with ruthless decisiveness, "Lead the wolf pack and kill all the remaining giants in the city, leaving none alive."
The true dragons nodded, spreading out and flying down.
Garon's gaze swept over the City of Extreme Cold.
Although Balton had ultimately scattered the Layered Spellcasting, the destruction it caused was unavoidable.
The originally rugged but gleaming City of Extreme Cold was now a scene of ruins and devastation, with many buildings almost melted by the flames, the scorching heat, and billowing black smoke creating an environment starkly out of place in the Northern Ice Plain.
Balton applied a wide-ranging Dark Blessing, saving some of the Frost Giants on the brink of death.
But eighty percent of the Frost Giants had already turned into charred corpses in the sea of fire.
Dark Blessing could not revive corpses.
Balton looked around, his eyes showing sorrow as he observed the devastated city.
He clenched Winter's Fury, slowly lifting his head.
His armored face only revealed a pair of cold eyes.
Although his expression was unclear, Garon could feel the chilling intent emanating from Balton, directed entirely at himself.
Garon's expression remained unchanged, his silver scales gleaming brightly.
He didn't give the opponent a chance to act first.
After continuously releasing those powerful strikes, forcibly dispersing the Cloud of Fire, and then immediately using a city-covering frost breath, Balton was still recovering, vulnerable.
And Garon was not one to fight fair with his enemies.
Accelerated State·Tenfold Speed! This was the limit of acceleration Garon could achieve.
From utter stillness to extreme motion, the silver dragon took only an instant, perfectly connecting actions, suddenly turning into a straight streak of light, descending from the sky.
The scenery in his field of vision rapidly receded, and the figure of the Dark Frost Giant wielding the giant axe magnified clearly.
Winter's Fury gleamed with blinding cold light, Balton roared, swinging the axe towards the rapidly approaching Garon, a hundred-meter-long dark beam whistling out.
He couldn't see Garon's movement trajectory, but relying on his battle-hardened instincts, he could barely react.
"Die!"
A muffled, angry Giant language echoed in Garon's ears.
Garon's gaze sharpened, instantly applying Slow on the opponent.
He didn't want to be hit by that obviously extraordinary legendary weapon's attack. Even though dragon scales were as hard as iron, betting that the opponent's legendary weapon wasn't powerful enough was clearly seeking death.
If he died because of this, even if he activated Time Reversal immediately, the future Garon probably wouldn't have the face to save himself.
The Dark Frost Giant's movements suddenly fell into slow motion.
However, to Garon's slight surprise, the tenfold Slow spell, which should have slowed the surrounding flow of time by ten times, actually only slowed it by three times.
The Dark Frost Giant's axe and armor emitted an invisible power, stabilizing the time and space around it, resisting part of the Slow spell's effect.
"The effect of the Slow spell has been weakened."
In the blink of an eye, Garon's thoughts raced.
This was the first time he encountered a situation where his time abilities were weakened.
However, Garon was not overly surprised or hesitant.
As he had thought long ago, time abilities are not unsolvable at the legendary level. Legendary beings have some unfathomable methods. Time abilities are powerful but not invincible.
Moreover, Garon was now only four years old, having entered the legendary realm not long ago, strictly speaking, a being on the same level as his opponent.
Garon focused, took a deep breath, and time power burst forth, spreading from his body.
An area of over three hundred meters instantly came to a halt, high-temperature steam, ice crystals, ashes, dust...everything within this three hundred meters of time stop was frozen.
Faced with a legend of his own level, Garon had no intention of playing around. He was very stable, not giving the opponent any chance, directly using Time Stop.
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