The Ice Elent King waved his hand, and a blue-ice energy sphere hurled towards the opposition.
Though it appeared simple, much like an Elental Catapult launching its payload, the Ice Elent contained within it was of an entirely different caliber. Coupled with the cold air it carried, this attack could cover a range of thousands of kiloters.
Such an attack, repeated a few tis, would wipe out an entire army.
Dorola knew she had to take action. With a light flick of her longsword, a grey-white breath swept across the sky, striking the blue glow directly and neutralizing it in the air.
That’s right, neutralized, not exploded, which fully showcased Dorola’s combat skills.
Dorola rode her horse forward, confronting the figure floating in the air.
As a Demigod, Dorola could fly, but not swiftly, and it would consu more strength. Those Demigods not naturally capable of flying mostly walked on the ground.
But the Ice Elent King was different. Having rged with the Ice Elent Law, he had beco part of the law itself.
Wherever the Law was present, the Ice Elent King could move effortlessly. So flying was almost an instinct for him.
Seeing Dorola suddenly appear, the Ice Elent King grew solemn, recognizing her as soone on his level. Moreover, the beautiful visage of his opponent envoked his jealousy.
His own appearance was just an Illusion; he had truly beco an Ice Elent.
Yet here was Dorola, who had reached the sa status but still retained human form and seemingly unaffected thought processes, which was quite unexpected.
If he had known such a thod himself, he wouldn’t have transford himself into what he was now.
Because Dorola was a Demigod and her race had long since altered, even the Ice Elent King couldn’t discern that her origin was that of an Undead.
"It’s truly unexpected that the Death Elent could also give rise to an Elental God."
Elental God? Is that what these beings called themselves? Originally just Puppets to the Plane Laws, yet they fancied themselves gods. Well, in so sense, they were not wrong to think of themselves as deities, Fang Jie contemplated.
"Quite the chatterbox, aren’t you? Have anything else to say?" Dorola found this being before her rather amusing.
"What a pity, your ascension technique is imperfect; you haven’t resonated with the Death Elent of the whole world. With your thod, your strength is insufficient, and in the future, it will be easy for others to vie for your position."
He was trying to persuade Dorola to cease her opposition, recognizing that they were both at the Demigod Level.
Should they engage in battle, Cold Ice City might be no more, which he did not wish to see. However, in his view, Dorola, an imperfect Elental God, was no match for him.
As one of the eight Elental Gods, their strengths weren’t vastly different, after all.
Fang Jie suddenly had a realization, "So that’s it, no wonder there are only eight Holy Cities."
He finally understood what they were all about; they had first attuned to their own Elents and transford themselves into Elental Beings. However, he still wasn’t clear on the exact thod of their complete transformation.
But he grasped their thod of attunent, using one’s own belief to create a special shock.
Then, this spiritual belief rged with a specific Law; after all, this belief was inherently human faith. With a particular thod, it was possible to harness this Faith Power.
After the Plane Laws were shaken, they seized this opportunity to rge into it.
But because the rger was quite brutal, it resulted in their incompatibility with the Plane Laws, causing continuous tremors and fluctuations in the Laws. This ant they could no longer advance their own strength.
Even the degree of fusion wasn’t high, and their strength was set from the beginning.
Similarly, the continuous fluctuations of the Plane Laws prevented other people from rging.
Thus, for an Elental Law, ultimately only one Demigod could be fused with it.
As for the connection with the world’s Ice Elent, that was due to the special abilities owned by the Law itself. Such abilities made them incredibly powerful and inexhaustible.
Whether they could utilize this strength, however, was another matter.
"Is that so, what a sha you are mistaken. And I’d like to see how strong you, this so-called perfect product, truly are." Dorola was indifferent to the assessnt of her by the other, knowing she was not in such a situation.
As long as she continued to explore the otherworld, her strength would keep growing, unlike this defective product.
In his eyes, she was a defect, but in her eyes, wasn’t he just the sa?
"Stubborn fool. Since you seek death so eagerly, I shall grant it." Having beco an Elental King, his line of thinking was very detached, the previous discourse only a mont of lucidity.
Now, seeing her unwilling to leave, the Ice Elent King, in his sovereign rage, was inflad.
He was enveloped in a blue glow, and monts later, the Ice Elent King transford into a massive blue bird. The bird, seeming to be made of blocks of ice, radiated an unbearably cold aura and an air of nobility.
As the bird opened its mouth, blasts of cold ice shot forth.
But Dorola, unwilling to show weakness, gathered her Spell and Fighting Spirit in her longsword, and without hesitation, struck a blow.
The colossal Sword Qi shattered the ice, leaving a huge gash on the bird. However, the bird roared in anger and continued its assault, releasing cold icy feathers from its entire body.
The wound on its body was healing at an eerily fast pace.
Dorola was aware that the bird was not the opponent’s true body; the true body was inside this bird. This was rely a construct of Cold Ice Power, and attacking it would only cause the opponent to expend so strength.
The issue was the opponent’s limitless strength, unafraid of depletion.
Similarly, Dorola understood that the opponent’s imnse strength was mismanaged, creating such a large creature as a clumsy ans to wield their power.
If one could perfectly utilize their own power, there was no need to transform in such a way, especially since the true body was not this great bird.
"Power managent is quite poor; the outco now depends on when Dorola can find the opponent’s true body."
Despite the flashy display of power, Fang Jie quickly lost interest. This creature was rely for show, essentially a waste.
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