Chapter 707: Ice Giant
A torrent of icy air, laced with sinister power, erupted from the Abyssal Gate like a volcanic explosion.
The temperature in the air plummeted, and swathes of black snowflakes burst out from the Abyssal Gate, as if someone had unleashed a colossal blizzard.
The sudden drop in temperature caused black snowflakes to form even in midair. As the raging wind swept across Nightfall Gorge, black frost began to creep over the ground—frost infused with an utterly wicked force.
Black frost started to crystallize on every tree and plant. Thick sheets of black frost rapidly coated their surfaces, and within seconds, as the blizzard swept through, each tree and plant shattered like ice blocks, scattering in a rain of black shards.
Everyone's expressions changed dramatically. Most of them were already immune to ordinary heat and cold—such things meant nothing to them now. But at this moment, every single person felt a chill creeping through their bodies, their hands and feet turning numb, and even their bodies instinctively shivering from the cold.
Flame Shields and Fire Armor spells were hastily cast by everyone. They all knew exactly what this meant—just the atmosphere alone made them feel on the verge of freezing to death. What on earth had Duncan summoned this time?
With the power of fire enveloping them, the group felt a little better—barely.
The next moment, an even denser black blizzard spewed forth from the Abyssal Gate, carrying countless abyssal creatures that erupted out like a flood.
A horde of Abyssal Water Elementals surged out with the blizzard, each towering four or five meters tall, crashing down from the sky.
Their bodies were made of viscous, deep blue water, with two limb-like appendages resembling arms. They had no facial features, their forms squirming like monstrous slimes.
They looked utterly grotesque, yet radiated terrifying power—each Abyssal Water Elemental was at least level thirty!
Hundreds of Abyssal Water Elementals rained down from the sky, followed by a surge of Frostwings. These birds, with wingspans of seven or eight meters, seemed to be made entirely of deep blue ice—elemental in nature, yet unmistakably abyssal creatures.
They chased after the blizzard, attacking anything with legs. Having no legs themselves, they could only die if they stopped flying—never able to rest, always in motion. For them, riding the storm was the most effortless way to stay aloft.
Corrupted by abyssal power, the Frostwings had become vicious beyond measure. Any creature with legs—able to walk and rest on the ground—was hated by them, and every encounter ended with the victim torn to pieces.
Alongside these horrors came Frost Demons—ram-horned, winged fiends radiating icy energy, flapping their demon wings as they soared from the Abyssal Gate.
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A torrent of frost-related abyssal creatures erupted from the Abyssal Gate like a volcanic blast—three or four thousand in total. Once they had all been spewed into the air, a terrifying, oppressive force surged out from the gate.
The air, already bitterly cold, seemed on the verge of freezing solid. Even the fire elements in the atmosphere had gone dormant, completely suppressed by the icy presence.
Roar...
A tremendous roar echoed from within the Abyssal Gate, causing the entire portal to tremble. Waves of ripples surged across its surface.
The roar was like countless shards of ice grinding against each other, sending a cascade of ice fragments forming in midair—black crystals raining down all around.
A massive head, at least seven or eight meters tall, emerged first from the Abyssal Gate—a demonic visage sculpted from black ice crystals, crowned with two long black crystal horns. Black flames burned in its eyes, swirling with endless cold and malevolent energy.
The next moment, a gigantic arm—over thirty meters long—reached out from the gate, its body composed entirely of black ice, reflecting a chilling, sinister glow. Around the arm, the air froze solid, turning to crystals that shattered and fell.
The monster's breath froze the air itself, whipping up violent winds. Wherever the frozen air granules landed, they would suddenly explode, reverting back to vapor...
Explosive bursts echoed all around the creature.
"Curio!"
Elsa screamed in terror, her composure as the Dark Elf Princess shattered—her hands trembling uncontrollably.
A flood of abyssal creatures crashed down, scattering the party in all directions.
Countless Abyssal Water Elementals landed across a thousand-meter radius, while the Frostwings were the first to dive, their beaks wide open. Sheets of black frost spewed from their mouths, indiscriminately covering the area where the party stood.
The Frost Demons followed close behind, shrieking as they charged, their razor-sharp claws slashing wildly, eager to tear the party to pieces.
Thousands of abyssal creatures attacked at once—almost all of them airborne—instantly multiplying the threat to the party.
The group was scattered by the onslaught; at best, two or three people could remain together. Fire spells erupted everywhere, but the icy aura suppressed the fire elements, weakening everyone's magic.
Leon Merlin, still working to break the alchemical array in the distance, could no longer focus—waves of abyssal creatures had split the party. If he didn't act soon, Andefa and the others might hold out for a while, but the Dark Elves would be decimated within ten seconds.
And that monstrous figure, already halfway out of the Abyssal Gate, made Leon Merlin's heart race—there was no time left for breaking the array.
If the array wasn't broken soon, that creature would fully emerge—and then they'd be in real trouble...
Because Leon Merlin recognized the monster: an Ice Giant—no, an Abyssal Minor Lord, level thirty-eight!
Even with only half its body out, it was already forty or fifty meters tall! The whole thing would easily reach a hundred meters.
He raised his Dragonstaff and cast a Rain of Fire—wide-area fire magic to boost the concentration and activity of fire elements in the air. Then he unleashed a Wall of Flame, transformed into a fire elemental avatar, and flashed three times in rapid succession to appear at the center of the crowd.
Leon Merlin unleashed a barrage of fire spells. Two shields—one red, one blue—spun rapidly at his side, neutralizing waves of incoming ice magic.
Soon, Andefa and the others were gathered around Leon Merlin, and within another few meters, Elsa and the Dark Elves joined them—everyone regrouped at last.
Leon Merlin looked at Elsa: "You know this Minor Lord?"
Elsa's face was pale with fear. She glanced up at Duncan, who hovered above the Abyss, and spoke quickly.
"That Ice Giant is named Curio. He's the Minor Lord of the 30th layer of the Abyss, Duncan's contracted abyssal demon. He used to be level thirty-eight, but now he's close to breaking through to thirty-nine—unbelievably powerful...
Years ago, Duncan relied on Curio to fight our clan's strongest prodigy. Back then, Duncan's power was nowhere near our champion's—our ancestor possessed three tier-five Limit Runes. But once Duncan summoned Curio, our hero was forced onto the defensive, barely holding his ground with those runes...
Now, after more than a thousand years, Curio has grown even stronger, almost at level thirty-nine. He's far more terrifying than before..."
As Elsa spoke, everyone's faces turned pale—especially the Dark Elves, who had heard rumors of this. Their teeth chattered with dread.
Seth felt his knees trembling, regretting ever leaving the Dauntless to come to the Kingdom of Gods and Demons.
No matter how strange or dangerous the Dauntless was, it never felt this hopeless. At least the captain's cabin was safe. Now, driven by family duty, he'd risked everything to come here—and it looked like he might die any moment.
With only Magus-level strength, this place was far too dangerous. These crazed abyssal monsters—damn, he'd never seen so many high-level abyssal creatures. One-on-one, he could handle any of them.
But the numbers here were maddening—at least several thousand. How could anyone fight that? One wrong move and they'd be dead for sure.
He'd finally recovered his mana, but if he died before that power was fully restored, it would be a bitter end...
Watching the Minor Lord struggling to crawl out of the Abyssal Gate, Seth shook his head in bitter resignation...
At this moment, everyone felt not just cold in their bodies—their hearts were turning to ice as well...
Elsa hadn't even finished speaking when Curio suddenly let out a tremendous roar.
Everyone fighting the abyssal horde turned pale; even Leon Merlin's expression shifted.
Curio raised a massive demon claw, black ice shards condensing in his grip. The shards coalesced into a huge Black Ice Rune, seven or eight meters across.
Curio roared and crushed the rune, scattering it into the sky.
Instantly, shards of black ice covered a thousand-meter radius. The deepest reaches of Nightfall Gorge began to fill with drifting black ice...
A single shard landed on a Frostwing, and within seconds, black ripples spread across its body. In mere moments, the Frostwing turned pitch black, radiating endless evil and icy power.