Chapter 929: Tail of the Frost Leviathan
Each blink would land him dozens of meters away—within a single second, he blinked three times in rapid succession.
An endless rain of flaming meteors began to fall. Leon didn’t dodge at all—he was like a madman, blinking straight toward the Forgefire Ancestor. His path was a perfect straight line, not even a hint of curve.
A flaming meteor crashed to the ground ahead, its explosion unleashing a shockwave. The blast swept toward Leon, carrying endless shards and fire.
Leon’s expression was icy cold. In his left hand, he gripped the Death Tome; in his right, the Doombringer Staff. He opened his mouth and spat out a rune. Instantly, the inferno and frost sea swirling within dozens of meters around him began to boil.
From the colossal phantom wheel behind him, runes that had been raging—almost impatient—erupted like a volcanic explosion.
In that instant, over a hundred fire and frost spells coalesced before Leon.
Endless fire spears, fire dragons, ice lances, and ice pillars fused into a storm of red and blue, surging fiercely ahead.
The ice-fire storm roared into a torrent, tearing open a gash in the shockwave from the meteor’s explosion. Leon’s speed didn’t falter; he shot straight through the breach.
After blinking twice more, a flaming meteor hurtled toward Leon. His expression didn’t change. He spat another rune, not even glancing at the meteor about to smash into his head.