The mont the words left his mouth, the multi-barreled rocket launcher was fully charged.
Waves of white-purple energy projectiles rained down on the leaping pack of wolves.
The werewolves had never seen an attack like this before. Initially, they didn't take it seriously. Their bodies were incredibly robust, capable of summoning elental shields and attacks. They also had astonishing defensive and regenerative abilities. In the eyes of the werewolf leader, the small amount of energy harnessed by a young dragon was frivolously divided into so many parts; it couldn't possibly be powerful.
However.
***Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!***
The energy rockets carried imnse kinetic force. The impact upon contact was the first wave of damage. Most werewolves could withstand it purely through their physical toughness. But the ensuing chain explosions taught them a brutal lesson.
First ca the outer layer of ice elents, which, while not causing substantial explosive damage, slowed down the wolves' movent and reaction speed. Next, the highly concentrated electrical elents hidden within detonated, causing staggering elental damage.
Over a hundred werewolves were utterly suppressed by the concentrated firepower, plumting to the ground at a speed faster than their ascent, leaving shallow craters in the icy plain.
"What kind of magic is this?!" The werewolf leader on the ground couldn't maintain its roaring facial expression. The overwhelming energy shock forced his mouth shut as his claws dug deep into the earth. His mind was filled with imnse shock. *Does the Frost Dragon clan possess this kind of heritage? What's with the contained thunderous power?*
Adam was fairly satisfied with the magic he'd spontaneously created.
The purpose of formative magic was to maintain the stability of materialized elents while incorporating as many highly condensed elents as possible to create more effective lethality. Traditional mages, as well as beings from other planes, were limited by their imagination and experience. Their formative spells usually took the shape of lee weapons or various magical beasts. However, the lethality and condensed power of cold weapons could never match that of firearms.
So instead of wasting more computational power to form complex cold weapon shapes, Adam decided to shape them into simple firearms.
Although the rapid attack frequency consud a relatively large amount of energy, this wasn't an issue for Adam. The only regret was that he couldn't use magnetic magic at the mont. Otherwise, he could direct the explosion's energy and shockwaves in a single direction, generating even more significant damage.
After the barrage, the werewolves were severely wounded, but very few were killed outright. Beasts grow even more ferocious when injured. This ti, without needing a command from the werewolf leader, all the wolves howled and lunged forward again.
Adam felt that if he attacked once more, he could very well wipe out these werewolves, which would be a significant loss. In his mind, these creatures had already beco commodities.
The elental artillery dispersed, and Adam dived straight toward the pack of wolves, engaging in close-quarters combat. His massive body, over eight ters long, compared to the wolves' two-ter forms, made it seem like he was bullying children.
Each sweep of his dragon claw, each flap of his dragon wing, and each swipe of his dragon tail sent multiple werewolves flying. Their attacks barely left a mark on Adam's icy, crystalline body. In fact, they were getting scorched by the ice and electric elents on his regenerating scales.
Suddenly, a piercing howl drowned out all other sounds across the icy plains. A mysterious power emanated from the werewolf leader. The sky darkened abruptly, and a brilliant moon, accompanied by the silhouette of a white wolf, appeared between heaven and earth.
Adam halted his charge, drawing in his wings and tail as he perford a rapid spin on his left foot. A whirlwind of white-purple energy sent the surrounding wolves flying, their bones broken and tendons snapped.
"A transcendental powerhouse? Has the leader advanced or... beco possessed?" Adam wondered.
Either way, he sensed danger emanating from the werewolf leader. Without hesitation, he stopped spinning and retreated. Overhead, a cannon barrel materialized with a one-ter diater. Energy poured in for rapid charging, and a molded energy projectile, trailed by a purple wake, roared toward the werewolf leader.
The white wolf silhouette on the moon leapt down and entered the werewolf leader, whose fur turned pristine white, making the surrounding snow look dull in comparison. With two quick slashes forming an elental cross, the leader tried to intercept the projectile.
But he failed.
The elental cross held for just a mont before the projectile shattered it. The werewolf leader grimaced, quickly forming five additional crosses, which finally detonated the projectile just before it reached him.
Boom!
A deafening explosion echoed, collapsing the icy plain around the blast center. When the dust and light cleared, a crater with a 500-ter radius and 20-ter depth erged.
All the other werewolves were blown away. The werewolf leader hovered, trembling slightly, his eyes filled with boundless rage as he glared at Adam.
"It appears you're possessed. Are you the hidden card, the elder of the tribe?" Adam hovered about a thousand
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