Chapter 219: Giants Never Retreat

Chapter 219: Giants Never Retreat

The frost dragon Ulyssan charged to the spot where the ascetic Snowman had originally stood, but it struck nothing. It slid straight past, dragging out a long trench behind it.

Behind it, fireballs exploded one after another, rising like successive bursts of fireworks. Klein, his body still somewhat stiff, used them to Flame Jump again and again, not allowing the King of the North to pull away. He remained within five meters of his target the entire time.

When Ulyssan came to a stop, Klein, still invisible, suddenly had a bad premonition, and the corresponding image appeared in his mind. He hurriedly lunged forward, practically贴ing himself to the ground as he burrowed beneath the frost dragon.

At the same time, Ulyssan’s thick, powerful tail lashed out. It swept sideways toward the elven singer Siatas and the Solomon Empire noble Mobet, who were both nearby.

Woo!

The wind suddenly roared. Mobet was thrown into the air, avoiding the frost dragon’s tail. Siatas was half a beat slower. Although she borrowed the wind and retreated along with the sweeping force to dissolve part of its strength, she was still struck on the side. The thick illusory scales that had appeared on her body shattered and disintegrated. Her ribs broke one after another, and she was sent flying backward. Supported by the wind, she fell into the snow not too heavily.

Had it been Mobet, Anderson, or someone similar, that one blow would have been enough to kill them on the spot. Fortunately, the Storm pathway possessed corresponding illusory scale protection, and every Sequence brought appropriate physical enhancement. Siatas was only gravely injured. She did not lose consciousness, and not even all of her ability to move was gone.

At that moment, the King of the North Ulyssan swung its neck, opened its mouth, and spat a sweep of pale-blue rippling light.

The ripple passed over Snowman, freezing the ascetic into an ice sculpture. Edwina, Longzel, and Anderson were either blocked by the enormous dragon body, using other Beyonder abilities, or too far away. None of them could rescue him in time.

Bang!

The frost dragon made a low leap and turned, shaking the ground beneath it.

At that very moment, its condition had clearly declined. The wound on its right shoulder was terrifyingly savage. Although frozen pale-blue blood barely prevented the injury from worsening, the corresponding foreclaw was nearly paralyzed and no longer convenient to use.

Many of the dreamlike scales over its body had also broken, becoming extremely dim, as if it had lost a great amount of life force.

But no matter what, it had gravely wounded or restricted three opponents. Its situation had improved considerably from before. In particular, the giant Groselle’s severe injury meant it would no longer be entangled in melee and could attack at will.

Witnessing this, Edwina’s pale-blue eyes once again became deep black. Thick evil thoughts flowed slowly within them.

Her right hand suddenly clenched. The King of the North Ulyssan again lifted its head and shrieked in extreme pain. Pale-blue liquid flowed from the corners of its eyes and mouth.

At that instant, the frost dragon’s mind was filled with explosive emotions battering its spirit body.

Seizing the chance, Edwina’s eyes brightened and became exceptionally pure. Around her, dawn-like radiance rapidly appeared and condensed into a sword.

She intended to play the role of a Guardian and step forward to block the King of the North.

She believed that since Gehrman Sparrow had gone invisible and approached Ulyssan, he surely had a purpose. What he lacked was only time!

Just then, a figure shrouded in dawn radiance rushed before the frost dragon.

It was the giant Groselle!

His chest was caved in, his gray-blue skin had turned pale, and spiderweb-like cracks had appeared across the broad sword in his hand. Yet he still bravely advanced to meet the enemy.

Groselle was like a man burning away…