The sandstorm raged, and ice and snow whistled through the air!
Centered around Cacturne and Cloyster, the battlefield had clearly split into two colors.
On Cacturne's side, yellow sand filled the sky, with faint golden light flickering in and out of view.
Around Cloyster, snow filled the air. Bitter winds mixed with fine icy snowflakes, striking its shell with a constant clinking sound.
The spectators near the center of the arena had it rough, with fierce winds, ice, and snow taking turns slapping wildly against their faces.
Finally, the energy on the field seemed to have accumulated to its limit. The sandstorm and snowstorm nearly collapsed at the same time.
Cacturne and Cloyster faced each other, and the next moment, another fierce clash erupted.
Like an automatic machine gun, Cloyster continuously fired Icicle Spears brimming with Extreme Cold, shooting at Cacturne from all kinds of Tricky Angles.
Cacturne advanced steadily step by step. The spikes on its arms glowed white as crooked Pin Missiles shot out one after another, miraculously intercepting every incoming Icicle Spear.
Then... they all exploded! Sato silently observed the situation, ready to provide support at any moment, but Cacturne had performed superbly so far.
And when it came to needles, who in the entire Elven world could rival Cacturne!
At last, Cloyster could no longer hold on. The energy consumption of Icicle Spear far exceeded that of Pin Missile, while the latter only needed to detonate the former.
Cloyster stopped first, and the targetless Pin Missiles naturally flew toward it.
Clink, clink, clink, clink...
After a series of crisp sounds, Cloyster's shell did not even bear a single mark. Its defense was terrifyingly thick.
"Mona!"
A soft cry sounded from behind Cloyster. Taking advantage of the Pin Missile suppression, Cacturne had already arrived at its rear.