At the top of a high-rise.
Fu Ye still watched the show with a relaxed expression.
The night wind stirred the hem of his clothes.
Yet he seemed utterly out of place amid the destruction and chaos around him.
As though he stood alone in another world, tranquil and cold.
There was a hint of helplessness in his expression.
As he looked at the ferocious giant beast in the sky.
He slowly raised his right hand.
There was no lengthy Star Map construction.
No precursor of violent magical fluctuations.
The instant he raised his hand.
Seven dazzling.
Intricate and exquisitely precise magic formations, dizzying to behold, materialized almost simultaneously in the empty air behind him.
They overlapped and resonated!
They were not connected one after another.
But constructed in near-perfect synchronization!
Vast, surging Ice Magic Power shot into the sky.
Stirring the elements above all of Bo City!
"Ice Coffin."
Fu Ye's thin lips parted as he uttered four icy words.
The next moment—
"Heavenly Coffin."
The sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand.
An unimaginably enormous.
Phantom coffin formed entirely from ancient frost descended with a deafening crash from above the nine heavens.
Carrying the will of judgment and annihilation, it locked onto the Winged Azure Wolf!
"Seal Coffin."
The phantom coffin abruptly solidified.
Before its lid had even closed.
An unparalleled sealing force had already spread through the air.
The boiling Dark Energy around the Winged Azure Wolf seemed to have encountered its nemesis.
Instantly slowing and solidifying as it struggled with all its strength.
The gale whipped up by its fleshy wings could not stir even the slightest current of air, instead freezing into vast sheets of icicles in midair.
"Four Tracks."
Four frost trails, as brilliant as the aurora yet incomparably deadly.