Ethan charged ferociously at the Frost Herald, his Blasphemous Spear striking directly upon the body of the creature.
Bang--
A trendous recoil force nearly knocked the spear out of Ethan's grip.
The Frost Herald fared no better, emitting a mournful cry as ice-blue light spots, akin to blood, sprinkled from its body.
It seed the Frost Herald possessed no powerful ans of attack; its only strategy was to flee or manipulate the Frost Servants to launch assaults on Ethan.
The Frost Herald had a formidable presence, yet why were the Frost Servants its only ans of resistance?
Ethan was unclear, but it didn't hinder his pursuit of the Frost Herald.
The Frost Herald, with its serpent body, glided at an astonishing speed across the icy surface.
However, it was colossal, its body resembling a small mountain range.
Its imnse size brought significant trouble, as Ethan relentlessly chased and struck from behind.
The Frost Servants that followed were casually dealt with along the way.
It was a completely one-sided affair; the Frost Herald had no capacity for defense whatsoever.
The body of the Frost Herald grew progressively smaller, until dense, intricate text began to appear upon it.
"Magic runes?" Ethan's eyes widened in disbelief.
Those markings were unmistakably magic runes.
To the uninitiated, they might appear as chaotic scribbles, as if drawn by a mad artist in a hasty sketch.
But to those in the know, like Victor, they could skillfully interpret the magic runes, and if willing, even glean knowledge of the Language of Nature from them.
Ethan harbored an abundance of Language of Nature within him.
The Holy Light Language of Nature, Thunder Language of Nature, Dragon Language of Nature, Soul Language of Nature, Space Language of Nature...
Each of these Language of Nature entities, if put out in the open, would be the inheritance of families, even empires.
To fully comprehend and decipher each Language of Nature, thick volus of ancient texts and recordings are necessary.
Having such an extensive array of Language of Nature, Ethan naturally had a profound understanding and knowledge of the magic runes that comprised these languages.
The body of the Frost Herald was clearly marked with magic runes.
As for whether they constituted a Language of Nature, Ethan was still unsure.
However, this serpent offered a greater subject for study.
The Frost Herald evidently perceived the greed in Ethan's eyes, its pupils involuntarily bursting forth with ice-blue icy grains: "You actually dare covet a ssenger of the deity; are you not afraid of perishing by the deity's hand?"
Hearing the Frost Herald's words, the smile on Ethan's face grew even brighter: "Deity? It's nothing more than my servant."
Having said that, Ethan launched another fierce attack towards the Frost Herald.
The magic runes on the Frost Herald's body beca even more conspicuous, shining brightly in the valley, emitting a soul-stealing glow.
By studying these magic runes, one might potentially acquire more Language of Nature.
A glint of fervor flashed in Ethan's eyes as his strikes beca even more ferocious.
The Frost Herald finally couldn't hold on any longer, bellowing to the sky: "If you don't co out and help now, I am going to die here."
A hint of vigilance flashed in Ethan's eyes.
What did this an? Did the Frost Herald have reinforcents?
The Frost Herald's roar of fury indeed received a response.
The entire valley began to transform, as a drizzling rain started to fall.
Upon the mountain walls, the ice crystals lted into water, trickling down the cliffs.
Before long, the valley floor was strewn with puddles of water.
What was terrifying, however, was that even though the ice crystals were lting, the temperature in the valley was dropping increasingly cold.
Ethan recognized this phenonon.
When ice and snow appear on the ground, it's not actually very cold.
But once the ice and snow start to lt, they absorb the heat from their surroundings, causing the temperature to drop rapidly.
This is a very common occurrence!
After the stage of ice and snow lting, it ans that the temperature is about to rise.
In the human world, this phase takes months to complete, but in the valley, it was accomplished in the blink of an eye.
With the abrupt change in temperature, the entire valley was shrouded in mist.
This was the steam produced by the lting of the ice crystals and the subsequent rise in temperature.
The mont the puddles appeared on the ground, they turned into gas and floated upwards.
Chunks of rock fell from the cliffs, revealing the true face of the mountain.
A reddish mountain body, with liquid flowing inside.
Phito Valley was a mountain body wrapped in magma.
It was like a dormant volcano that could shock the entire world once it erupted.
The mont the mountain body was exposed, the surrounding temperature shot up from below zero to tens, even hundreds of degrees Celsius.
Fire broke out in the valley, the ground was scorched black, and it seed to split open like a gaping mouth.
The Frost Servants, who had been slumbering within the Frost Crystal Gem, were visibly unsealed.
Their bodies were then stead by the high temperature, their body temperatures rose, and soon after, their bones and skin began to combust spontaneously.
What remained finally was so powder, drifting away with the wind.
Ethan was utterly shocked by the scene unfolding before his eyes.
The tranquil, azure world of frost had transford into a crimson valley ablaze with flas in the blink of an eye.
The silent, ice-blue plains had suddenly morphed into a terrifying inferno, teeming with flas.
The drastic change left Ethan sowhat disoriented.
As the valley turned a fiery red, even the star-studded sky seed to dim for a mont.
Ethan's face was drenched in sweat, and his skin had begun to feel the burn.
Unlike the previous cold, the intense heat now threatened to lt Ethan away.
He felt the mountain shake beneath him, as if so monstrous creature was about to erge.
Clutching his hot, burning spear, he knew he had co too far to turn back now.
Even if there were a sea of flas and mountains of knives ahead, he had to press on.
The mountain erupted, and rocks fell like rain.
Lava flowed from the mountain, hanging over the cliffs like a waterfall.
A dazzling light suddenly cut through the sky.
The light was as brilliant as flas, emitting an intense heat that made one's heart race.
As the light gradually drew nearer, a massive figure began to reveal itself.
It was towering and majestic, clad in fiery red scales.
Each scale radiated an unbearable heat.
Its mouth opened wide, releasing a roar that shook the heavens, akin to the angry bellow of the Lord of Fla.
A Fla Kirin?
Ethan's brow twitched uncontrollably.
He never imagined that in such a place, he would witness such a mythical and divine beast!
The eyes of the Fla Kirin flickered with a sharp glow, resembling two fiery orbs set ablaze.
Its limbs were robust and powerful, creating a heavy, rumbling sound as it trod upon the earth, as if an earthquake was ravaging everything in its vicinity.
The Fla Kirin spread its wings, and scorching flas erupted, forming a barrier of fire that consud all the air around it.
As its wings flapped, they whipped up a violent wind, carrying with it an oppressively hot breath that left one gasping for air.
Waves of heat surged from the horizon, causing Ethan to lick his parched lips, "What on earth is this thing?"
Remarkably, the Forst Herald remained intact, seemingly unaffected by the intense heat.
The Forst Herald, with its cumberso body, wobbled over to the Fla Kirin.
Its eyes, like glass orbs, emitted a chill, "Now is not the ti for you to be changing the landscape. If you're going to co out, just co out. You're wasting my ti."
"You, a useless piece of trash, dare to negotiate terms with ?" roared the Fla Kirin. Flas materialized from its eyes, attempting to scorch the Forst Herald.
Yet, the Forst Herald remained unhard.
In this mont, fire and ice coexisted peacefully, a truly astonishing sight.
Ethan felt the Blasphemous Spear in his hand becoming increasingly hotter, threatening to scald the flesh of his palm.
He circulated his own energy around the spear, but in the next second, his energy too started to burn fiercely.
Ethan's temples throbbed, and he had an ominous feeling in his heart.
He believed his Golden Divine Fla was sufficiently domineering.
Combined with his Golden Divine Dragon Bloodline, his sacred fire could incinerate anything.
But now, in the presence of the Fla Kirin, Ethan experienced for the first ti the powerlessness of his Golden Divine Fla.
In front of the Fla Kirin, the Golden Divine Fla within him seed to bow down, as if in the presence of an ancestor.
"Could it be that the Fla Kirin also possesses magic runes?" Ethan's pupils contracted, as a speculation took form in his mind.
The Forst Herald, having been angrily rebuked by the Fla Kirin, had a flash of violence in its eyes:
"Fine, as long as you kill that human for . I'll give you all the ti you want."
The Fla Kirin turned its gaze towards Ethan, lifting its hoof and slamming it down with a vengeance.
A stream of magma erupted from behind it.
Flas spewed from the nostrils of the Fla Kirin as it spoke, "You said it!"
"I said it." Forst Herald responded.
With a heavy snort, the Fla Kirin charged directly towards Ethan.
Ethan wasn't going to sit idly and wait for his demise. He stimulated the Golden Divine Dragon Bloodline throughout his body, his form becoming covered in golden scales.
He was ready to clash head-on with the Fla Kirin!
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