Things were different now.
After secretly taking three bites out of Snow Giant Da in a row, Little Dream Dragon's primordial spirit form had grown much stronger, and its devouring power had surged dramatically.
Caught off guard, the middle finger of the azure arm turned into a frost star larger than a fist and fell straight into Little Dream Dragon's mouth.
Crunch, crunch.
Not giving it any chance to react, Little Dream Dragon chewed and swallowed the frost star in a hurry, afraid it would be snatched back if it hesitated even a moment.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
The azure arm that had lost a middle finger clenched into a fist as though shocked by electricity. Its light flickered wildly, but it could no longer maintain invisibility. The next moment, its true form appeared—a Frost Troll standing forty meters tall.
"Frost Da!"
Though its outline had changed somewhat, Russell recognized it at once. This monster was the Frost Troll that had refined Snow Giant Da—the square head, ivory tusks, fur shorts, and enormous wooden club.
Just like Snow Giant Da before it, Frost Da was now missing the middle finger on its right hand. Truly missing, unable to regrow.
It opened its mouth and roared, clearly in immense pain and fury.
Yet it could not detect Little Dream Dragon at all and could only rage helplessly in the real world.
Seeing this, a greedy smile appeared on Russell's chubby little face. "Ice Pop, don't rush off to sleep. Take another bite, another bite!"
"Gah!" Little Dream Dragon had been thinking exactly the same thing.
With its mouth wide open, it charged over, ready to take another vicious bite and feast properly.
But at that moment, the Torrent Scale Tower had already blossomed with a sea-blue phantom.