Black Oil Dragon Rosai fled low over the ground ahead, while Frost Troll Ge pursued in great strides behind him, violent snowstorms sweeping across the sky.
Its vision had originally allowed it to see through the night as if it were daylight, but the snowstorm now blocked its sight, leaving it unable to see beyond a hundred meters.
Although Frost Troll Ge could not fly, it seemed to possess some spell that affected the weather, throwing the elements in the sky into chaos and thereby disrupting the wyvern's flight—dragons and wyverns both relied on elemental magic to fly.
"Fast!" Frost Ge roared, brandishing the wooden club in its hand.
The snowstorm filling the sky suddenly condensed at high speed, transforming into a giant hand of solid ice that viciously grabbed at Black Oil Dragon Rosai.
As a top-tier wyvern who had practiced all kinds of aerial maneuvers alongside Russell, Rosai tucked in its wings and performed a spiraling barrel roll. It narrowly evaded the icy hand's grasp and used all its strength to gain a little altitude.
Then, using that bit of height, it dove sharply downward and avoided the ice hand's second grab.
Crack!
After two failed grabs, the icy hand's energy dissipated, and it shattered into chunks of ice across the ground.
Frost Ge did not continue using the spells of the Snow Demon World. It let out a barely noticeable heavy breath. It seemed that casting spells on the Dragon Sleep Continent consumed too much energy, or perhaps the chaotic elemental magic itself hindered its spellcasting.
Without spells to intercept it, Frost Ge could only keep running in pursuit. Compared with a Snow Giant, its body was quite small.
But compared with humans or wyverns, it was still a colossal creature.
Every step it took made the