The Ouroboros Snake Ouroboros, with nowhere to flee above or below, watched nervously as the Snow Troll holding a spear approached step by step.
Screech!
The spear shot out like lightning and stabbed viciously into the Ice Cap.
Ouroboros had already slithered swiftly to one side. Though Frost Domain had sealed off all its escape routes, the thick snow still gave it room to dodge.
However.
This was still a snowfield, and the Snow Troll was its master. The snow could conceal Ouroboros's figure, but it could not block the Snow Demon's perception of everything around it. It could always pinpoint Ouroboros's location.
"Fast!"
The Snow Troll grinned viciously as it repeatedly drove its spear into the Ice Cap. It was not using its full strength. It seemed more like it was playing a game.
Of course, perhaps Ouroboros was simply too small. To humans, it was a short, thick snake; to the Snow Troll, it was merely a slightly larger embroidery needle. An embroidery needle burrowing through the snow really was not easy to hit.
With Frost Domain sealing everything off, the Snow Troll had plenty of patience to play a game called "anti-aircraft guns shooting mosquitoes" with Ouroboros.
"Gurgle gurgle..." the Snow Troll muttered.
Its movements appeared casual, but every thrust of its spear was a struggle between life and death for Ouroboros, leaving it terrified. If it was grazed by the spear even slightly, it might be cut in two.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" Ouroboros grew increasingly exhausted.
Frost Domain could suppress even dragons, let alone a tiny Phantom Beast like it—though this Frost Domain was merely a smaller, experimental version.
It struggled through the snow and over the Ice Cap, evading spears raining down from above as it wailed inwardly, *If I