??Chapter 272: 271. Dawn_1
Chapter 272: 271. Dawn_1
Just as Lu Ban moved towards the Winter Wolves, the Master of the Demonic Tide finally took notice of Lu Ban’s existence.
It saw a tiny dot moving through the packs of Winter Wolves towards itself, which was a rare sight.
Frost had descended nurous tis upon the land, and with each occurrence, howling wolves brought fear and death.
All of humanity could not destroy it, only survive in blizzards. With every Demonic Tide, countless Winter Wolves perished under human resistance, but that was inconsequential. Should it wish, countless Winter Wolves could be created in the blink of an eye. A millennium was but a fleeting mont for the Winter Wolves, and humanity’s attacks and defenses were rely a brief entertainnt in the long course of ti.
In fact, the Winter Wolves bore no malice towards humanity.
Of course, they did not harbor any good will either.
The very existence of the Winter Wolves was to bring coldness to the world. For them, who had already frozen millions of planets, this was just another planet to be frozen.
What was on the planet was beside the point.
No one would notice ants crawling on the path, nor even realize how many ants they had stepped on.
Not just the Winter Wolves, but all the Demonic Beasts were the sa.
They could not feel the stubborn resistance of humans, were unaware of the passage of ti, and did not grow angry, impatient, or bored with the millennia-long tug-of-war with humanity. They simply carried out their original objectives, day in and day out, for hundreds and thousands of years.
The universe, the Foreign Domain, all worlds would eventually fall into silence, rely pausing their pace slightly before the end of fate. That was not a big issue.
However, for the individual entity, the Winter Wolves did find so interest.
The towering Winter Wolf, like a mountain, noticed Lu Ban. It did not move but simply cast a glance in his direction.
Thousands of Winter Wolves ford a surging tide, a wall hundreds of ters tall blocking Lu Ban’s path.
In that mont, the wills of these Winter Wolves were stripped away by Frost, turned into re ice crystals hurtling towards Lu Ban. Judging by their relative speeds, Lu Ban would be turned to mush the mont he hit that wall.
But he did not slow down; he kept accelerating.
As he approached the frost-ford wall, the “Testant” in Lu Ban’s hand suddenly fired.
His sprinting motion in mid-air ca to a halt, and correspondingly, that wall of ice moved slightly towards the direction of the towering Winter Wolf.
Lu Ban climbed onto the wall, standing on top of it, and continued to close in on the Winter Wolf.
He shot the speeding Speech Bullets into the wall, pushing it continuously towards the direction of the Winter Wolf!
Frost did not feel surprised but rely shifted its paw slightly.
The ground trembled and mountains shook; a fissure spread from in front of Frost’s paw towards Lu Ban. Many Winter Wolves fell into the huge crack, an insignificant detail to Frost.
A piercingly cold wind accompanied the fissure, the air completely freezing over and forming a trail of brilliant ice crystals, enveloping not just Lu Ban but the entire wall of ice.
At this mont, the assault of all the Winter Wolves on the frontlines had weakened slightly. In the Do Hall of the Black Keep Fortress, Jonah also noticed these changes.
What astonished the Mages even more was Frost’s recent action.
In the past millennium of Demonic Tides, Frost had only ever appeared, created countless Winter Wolves, and brought blizzards.
It had never moved its body like it just did to launch an attack on anything.
And now, the Mages discovered an even more despairing truth.
That was that the masters of these Demonic Tides had almost obliterated human civilization without even lifting a finger.
If they wished, the resistance of the Night Country over the past thousand years, along with all those countless sacrifices, would beco an instant joke.
What you considered a pathetic, lantable yet magnificent history of resistance against invasion was nothing more than a warm-up exercise for the Demonic Beasts.
The fissure in the earth spread directly towards them, sweeping over Black Keep Fortress, forming a canyon.
As for the breath of Frost, that extrely cold ice wind ford an icy do above the valley, a pale blue streak lying across the land, separating the Black Forest.
With just a re lifting of a hand, the terrain could undergo a permanent change, no different from the mythical creators of past legends.
Amidst the fissured land and the solidified storm, Lu Ban seed to have fallen still, the movent of the ice wall ceased, and the world plunged into silence.
Jonah’s heart sank as he witnessed this scene.
Although he did not know how Lu Ban managed to provoke an attack from Frost, nor how Lu Ban reached that position, it no longer mattered.
In the face of absolute power, everything is illusory.
A sense of despair grew once again.
“Can’t hold on any longer…”
On the other side, the Mages monitoring the Spirit Torch cried out.
One could see that the Mages seated upon the Spirit Torch had almost completely burnt out, their flesh had withered long ago, their bones nearly non-existent, only their Armor still bound their bodies, their souls, preserving the last of their fire.
At that mont, two drastically different tendencies erged among the Mages.
After witnessing this unprecedented despair, so Mages believed that igniting themselves had lost its aning, preferring to go out and fight, to die standing rather than suffer such tornt. The light of hope had vanished from their eyes, and even seated upon the Spirit Torch, they could only remain there thanks to the Armor on their bodies.
The rest of the Mages, having seen the dramatic change brought about by a re movent of Frost’s claw, lost all their fighting spirit completely, feeling that rather than struggling on in battle, it would be better to ignite themselves right there and escape from life sooner.
So Mages took a few steps back, while so approached the Spirit Torch.
In this strange state of affairs, the changing of the guard was successfully completed.
Jonah turned his attention to the window.
Suddenly, he noticed that sothing seed to be brewing within that ice wall.
A premonition lingered in Jonah’s heart as he watched the junction between the ice wall and the valley.
A burst of light suddenly erupted.
The light pierced the ice crystals, exceedingly conspicuous under the illumination of the Blood Moon.
The darkness of the night grew denser, shadows covering the ice crystals, seemingly suppressing the light.
But soon, the light broke through the shadows.
Jonah narrowed his eyes slightly.
“…Has the day broken?”
He found it hard to believe what he was seeing.
The Blood Moon had not set, yet in the sky, a sun had clearly risen.
The sun glowed brilliantly, dazzling; within a mont, the Winter Wolf, shadows, all the movents of the Demonic Beasts halted.
Crack—
The frozen Frost cracked open with the intense sunlight, and in just a few seconds, the surrounding air went from freezing cold winter to the scorching heat of midsumr.
No, that wasn’t all.
Jonah felt the heat was sohow different.
It felt like… the desert?
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