"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Philsa." Crystallizer Yug walked into the arena from the corner, raising the corners of his mouth as he chanted a spell.
A bright, azure meteor streaked across the night, bursting forth with aurora, carrying the throne as it shot up from the foot of the mountain, soaring upwards.
"Felsa of the Extreme Ice, I knew you would appear!" The king opened his blood-red eyes wide, looked up at the wildly moving blue stars in the night sky, and shouted loudly. Golden light burst behind him, and the resulting strong wind blew away the surrounding obstacles and the corpses of fallen heroes.
The night sky was scorched by light, and the mountaintop shone as brightly as day, even surpassing the aurora borealis itself. All this splendor was a prelude to the king's impending massacre, all stemming from the sun-shaped golden ring manifested behind the Sun King Augustine.
The heroes were still in shock. Bemond turned and looked up. Philsa paused for a second in mid-air. Only then did Bemond see that he was holding a three-meter-long ice spear.
"What exactly are you going to do..."
The others still had time to be surprised, but Yug had already retreated quickly.
Bemond drew his sword to guard, but before he could assume a full defensive stance, Felsa had already thrown his ice spear.
By the time the heroes, amidst the chaos of battle, sensed the chilling aura descending from the sky and discovered the approaching ice magic spear, it was all too late.
Surprisingly, the gun was not aimed at anyone, but pierced straight into the center of the banquet hall—the surface of the mountain.
After throwing the spear, Firza teleported away in mid-air like the Big Dipper constellation.
At the same time, the ice spear underwent a magical transformation, trembling as it embedded itself into the ground.
The heroes focused their attention on their common enemy in the air, drawing their blades and unleashing their demonic energy. However, the earth suddenly trembled violently, making it impossible for them to maintain their footing.
Cracks of varying sizes began to appear in many places on the mountain, and ice spikes were being pulled out from them.
Even from some unknown corner on the mountaintop, a torrent of snow surged forth.
This triggered an avalanche! This is a natural disaster that would be absolutely impossible in the southern part of the Stardust Continent, at least in the War-Torn Mountains!
However, Felsa's magical runes can trigger icy spectacles, altering the course of battle from a "timing" perspective. This is one of the abilities of the Extreme Ice Magic Runes.
On flat ground, the power of ice and snow certainly wouldn't be considered strong or frightening.
However, if it triggers an avalanche in the mountains, it can be quite terrifying.
It is likely that Firsa made this move after careful consideration.
He knew clearly that he alone, even with his companions, could not defeat the heroes, nor could he win against King Augustine.
However, with the right strategy, the enemy can be temporarily stumped. If he can seize this opportunity to reclaim Sherry's soul and escape this place, he will have won. Defeating Augustine is no easy task.
Chaos erupted at the banquet, and everyone was struggling to deal with the avalanche, let alone attend to the approaching Firsa.
At this moment, King Augustine began to radiate divine power. The golden halo behind him shone with the brilliance of the sun, emanating a temperature like the surface of the sun.
It then shot out hundreds of rays of light, burning and evaporating the avalanche on the mountain before it could reach the banquet hall.
This landscape is also a display of power that is in no way inferior to the Extreme Ice Magic Pattern.
Wang was busy melting the snow flow when a beam of aurora struck the mountaintop, scattering like a thousand birds. The cold, silvery light shone continuously, like a sharp sword, blocking out the golden glow of the sun.
Amidst the silver light, a figure gradually emerged, becoming clearer over time. Wang stopped dealing with the avalanche, leaving the heroes to fend for themselves, and then turned to look at the man who had appeared.
Felsa appeared atop the mountain, standing atop the highest point of the dragon-carved throne. His black cloak was partially obscured by the white mist, and the filthy soles of his boots defiled the sacredness of the throne—an act of utter disrespect for royal authority.
The night cat hid behind a huge boulder—an excellent hiding place that neither the king nor the man who had just attacked could detect, and it was also protected from avalanches, ensuring the night cat's safety.
She began to observe the man who attacked with extraordinary skills and was known as "the King's Enemy".
First, what catches the eye is the black eye patch on his face.
He appears to be blind, but judging from how he moved freely in the sky like a shooting star, it seems that he is not blind in mind and has superb martial arts skills.
He had a head of discolored, unkempt white hair, and beneath his cloak was an extremely inconspicuous light gray outfit. His left hand glowed with a white light similar to the aurora he had emitted when he was in his meteor pose.
Upon closer inspection, his face was expressionless—or rather, he showed no anger. The overwhelming demonic aura emanating from him seemed to rival that of King Augustine.
(This person is... the legendary, Felsa of Extreme Ice?)
Before the assembled heroes could catch up, the two were about to clash with their swords. Although more than seven years had passed, both were well aware of the vast difference in their strength.
King Augustus raised his right hand with a show of pride, spreading his five fingers, and the emerald in his hand shone brightly once more. In an instant, a curtain of wind enveloped the king, regarding him as its master and resisting all external possessions.
There seemed to be a shadow of Sherry beside the king.
Philsa sensed the long-lost presence of Sherry, but it was very unfriendly, even clearly hostile, which made her heart tremble.
"Shirley's vortex power now belongs to me. If you can submit to the banner of heroes, I might consider letting the two of you meet once."
(The king actually used his companion's vortex power right in front of him. Philsa will lose sooner or later. He must be feeling utterly hopeless.)
An ice sword appeared in Philsa's left hand. His expression was one of gritted teeth.
"Lay down your weapons, hero. You are no match for me. Besides, I need your power of extreme ice."
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