Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 339 - 171: In the Name of Ice Frost, I Am Hekarter, the Will to Struggle, the Beginning of Turmoil_2

Chapter 339: Chapter 171: In the Name of Ice Frost, I Am Hekarter, the Will to Struggle, the Beginning of Turmoil_2

In the independent small space, invisible and transparent Void revealed traces like shattered mirrors.

The two figures sitting peacefully on their seats suddenly rose, surveying their surroundings.

"The spatial prohibition is about to collapse..."

Archiduo spoke softly.

"Hoo—"

Caroni exhaled lightly, powerful fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from him.

His originally heroic and rugged features became even colder and harder now, with a faint metallic silver luster blossoming between his naturally hanging fingers.

"These bastards from the Resurrection Society."

The two men didn’t speak further, but the urgent and icy intent to kill spread like surging tides in all directions.

Behind them, Orian, whose complexion had returned to normal, also slowly opened his eyes, his expression firm and calm, ready for battle.

....

"Crack crack crack—"

In a space filled with a thick scent of blood, silver-white cracks emerged amidst the blood.

Within the giant vortex formed by countless blood mist, monstrous flesh creatures suddenly opened their eyes.

One could see odd eyeballs of various sizes growing on their grotesque and enormous bodies.

Lufer quietly rose to his feet, looking at the cracks spreading through the space around him and slowly raised his right hand.

In the palm of that hand, which had seven to eight fingers, no skin, only exposed muscles and tendons, lay a delicate and pretty woman’s head.

Lufer looked up at the sky, faintly discerning the contours of several sun-like light orbs intertwined overhead.

"Now... You have nowhere to hide..."

"What a rare feast..."

"Snap!"

Lufer closed his fingers, and the woman’s head in his palm burst open, splattering plasma on his face. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Lufer extended his slender, blood-red tongue, gently licking a few drops of fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, murmuring lowly: "I’m really looking forward to this.."

.....

The signs of imminent collapse of the spatial "Prison" were felt by each independent small space, and the battle among the Dawn Rank Wizards in the sky also seemed to be reaching its end. Continuously, thick like pulp Magic Energy fell from the sky, creating lakes of crimson magma, poisonous swamps, and thunderous pits on the ground and in the Void...

The Black Robes of the Resurrection Society withdrew one after another, many realizing that the main stage belonging to the Resurrection Society was about to recede, and next, it would be their time for revenge and counterattack.

Waiting as if for a century, or perhaps just a few breaths.

Without any warning, the countless segregated independent spaces shattered in unison at a certain moment.

The full view of the Arena, belonging to the trial grounds, was once again revealed on the Goblin plain.

"Boom boom boom—"

One after another, cold and powerful spiritual power rose up, filled with murderous intent towards the Resurrection Society.

But before the Wizards, who had been imprisoned for a long time, could make any move to retaliate, their minds were completely captivated by the scene before their eyes.

—

They saw that at the center of the Arena, a Black Robe, surrounded by Rune Fluctuations and exuding a thick majestic aura, was holding up a strange Long Sheep Horn Sword and making a slashing motion.

However, before the sword could descend, the figure was penetrated through by a figure interwoven with dark blue Ice Frost...

"Whoosh—"

A golden sun leaped from the horizon, casting its endless golden light across the land.

Everyone squinted involuntarily.

They saw the Black Robe holding the sword fall from mid-air like a stone, and behind him, a demonic and slender figure bathed in the brilliant sunlight, letting out a silent and majestic roar towards the sky.

In this moment, the venerable majesty and icy chill from ancient times were watching...

Everyone’s mind wavered, lost in a momentary daze.

"Boom!"

A furious roar erupted from the sky suddenly, the sound of spell chanting amplified to the extreme, covering all other sounds in this world.

An intensely bright light burst forth from high above.

All Wizards lost their vision, their mental will trembling slightly.

This was the power of the Dawn Rank.

As the blinding light gradually dissipated, everyone’s vision restored.

However, the demonic and fierce figure that had occupied their pupils had disappeared without a trace at some point.

In the sky, only the thunder, crystal, and blood, three Sun of Dawn remained aloft, their light slightly dimmer than before.

Below, Black Robed figures from the Resurrection Wizard Society were retreating rapidly.

But under the brilliant light of the three Sun of Dawn, they seemed to have nowhere to hide.

After a brief silence, some came to their senses.

Then, a grand chase among the Wizards abruptly erupted....

...

"Crack—"

Inside the Mini Secret Realm Space, Benny, who was busy at the experiment table, suddenly stopped his movements.

He turned his head in one direction, slowly picking up a simple silver Hourglass used for timing.

A crack had appeared in the middle of the Hourglass, and its silver sand was leaking out.

Benny looked at the Hourglass in his hand, a flicker in his eyes, and a vague sense of foreboding slowly emerged in his heart.

"Is it the prophetic Talent inherent in the Gray Elves’ Bloodline?"

Benny casually picked up his notes, thoughtfully recording some data and information.

He paced back and forth in front of the experiment table, taking a careful look at the ice coffin where Fiona was sealed, but no Abnormality appeared.

Benny stepped out of the Secret Realm Space, and just as he stepped out from behind the waterfall hiding the entrance to the realm, he froze.

He saw that the originally empty valley was now covered with a thin layer of Ice Frost, and a huge Ice Crystal snake with a single horn on its head was coiled around, gazing at him eerily.