Ang faced the Northern Barbarians before him without letting down his guard in the slightest. He took a deep breath. The Dragon Thorn Spear and North Wind Steel Shield had silently appeared in his grasp, their cold gleam flashing amid the snow and ice. His movements did not escape the Northern Barbarians' notice. The crowd around him instantly tensed, and the priest slowly raised his staff as well. The atmosphere abruptly became tense to the extreme.
Ang glanced at the situation around him and knew that fighting head-on was unwise. But if he did not break the deadlock, he would inevitably be surrounded. Without hesitation, he struck first! Ang raised both hands, and eight blazing fireballs shot from his palms, streaking like meteors toward the Northern Barbarians in every direction.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The fireballs exploded, instantly vaporizing the surrounding snow and ice into dense mist that spread through the air. Seeing that things were going badly, the Northern Barbarians immediately scattered and temporarily put some distance between themselves and Ang. The priest roared furiously, blue light surging from his staff as Ice Arrows shot toward Ang. Ang shifted his footing and slammed out four thick Ice Walls around himself. The Ice Arrows struck the walls with a series of bangs, while scattered ice shards sliced through the air like blades.
Seeing Ang protect himself with Ice Walls, the Northern Barbarians immediately reacted. They swung their weapons and rushed forward, hammering the walls madly. The heavy Ice Walls trembled beneath the impacts, cracks gradually spreading across them. But a cold glint flashed through Ang's eyes. He muttered an incantation, and the Ice Walls suddenly shattered, transforming into hundreds of sharp Ice Spikes that shot in every direction.
Pfft! Pfft! The Ice Spikes pierced the Northern Barbarians in the front row.