Chapter 933: The Might of the Sky Rank
In an instant, the air above was frozen solid. Everything within a hundred meters was locked in ice, and Oliver Defoe too was turned into a block of ice—his smug, fearless smirk forever sealed on his face.
Even the magic within his body froze in that moment. Everything inside and outside Oliver Defoe was utterly locked in ice.
The instant Oliver Defoe was frozen, that gigantic hand—so lifelike, like the hand of a colossal ice-blue woman—gently curled its fingers.
In a flash, the thoroughly frozen Oliver Defoe shattered like a fragile ice sculpture, exploding with a thunderous crash into countless shards of frost.
Ice and frost exploded in all directions—Chairman Heron was left utterly stunned.
There wasn't even a chance to try persuading him... Not that it would have mattered, I suppose.
At this moment, Chairman Heron finally recognized what that seemingly gentle white flame was. It was a fire from the depths of the Frostbound Realm—a terrifying, condensed, mutated frost essence. It looked like fire, but its core held an unimaginable, chilling power.
If strong enough, and in sufficient quantity, even fire spells could be frozen solid. The logic of magic, overturned in an instant.
Now, Oliver Defoe was truly shattered—dead, completely and utterly, his soul frozen and crushed to dust...
Oliver Defoe was killed in an instant, but at the moment of his death, a magic relic within the Frost Giant's Hand shattered, and from the countless fragments, a beam of light shot skyward.
The blinding light was like a massive thunderbolt surging from the earth into the sky—raw, primal, and merciless.
That dazzling bolt of lightning twisted upward, forcibly tearing open the layers of storm clouds above. As if the heavens themselves flinched.
Then, like a rampaging thunder serpent, the lightning raced across the sky, stretching into a thousand-meter-long arc. It was beautiful in a way only destruction could be.
As the thunderbolt snaked across the sky, more and more lightning began to appear. Countless electric arcs danced among the black clouds, as if that thick bolt were their leader, with innumerable smaller thunder serpents trailing behind—an orchestra of annihilation.
Then, the massive bolt of lightning formed a ring, converging at a single point as countless streams of lightning surged in from all sides. The sky itself seemed to tremble.
In the blink of an eye, a gigantic Thunder Gate formed in the sky, forged from converging lightning. The gate expanded rapidly, radiating terrifying power—so much for mortal armies.
"Who dares to kill my disciple with such audacity!" The voice was unmistakable—Dubois Charles, the legendary Sky Rank Archmage, had arrived.
A furious roar erupted from within the Thunder Gate, the voice booming like rolling thunder across the battlefield, sweeping through the air in an instant. There was no mistaking the rage of a true Sky Rank Archmage.
Thunder crashed and rumbled relentlessly, leaving everyone's heads ringing and their ears filled with the explosive sound of lightning. In moments like these, it was easy to forget that even the bravest could be cowed by raw power.