Before the Spirit Domain, the black mist was continuously compressed. Holden was ultimately only a vessel carrying power, not its master. In a clash of pure energy, he could not effectively wield this power of the Abyss.
In the sky, the Dragons also mocked Holden. Arryris, who possessed reason, despised most of all these legendary beings or divine servants built like castles in the air.
They could not compare to noble Dragons at all. To grow step by step into a legendary Dragon had been filled with hardship, hot blood, passion, and accumulation.
Across the frozen battlefield, cracks appeared on the surfaces of the ice sculptures. High-ranking Demons were not so easily killed. They broke free of their seals and howled at the Frost Dragon in the sky as Demons from every direction flew toward Ryan.
"Don't forget, the sky is your territory."
Ryan spoke calmly to the Frost Dragon beneath him. The next moment, a frost storm descended and engulfed the Demon army. The piercing beams of dragon breath made Flame Dragon Christman on the ground widen his eyes.
"It—it became this powerful?"
Under the frost dragon breath, ice sculptures fell everywhere. This time, they could not break free of their seals.
"Dragon Knight, how dare you ignore my master's power!"
Holden roared furiously from within the black mist. In the dense fog, the gaze of the Abyssal Evil God also turned toward Ryan.
The Frost Dragon lowered its head. Primitive struggle filled its eyes, instinctively keeping it suspended in the sky. As for Ryan?
"If you really want to kill me, then call Him out."
"Isaac?"
Ryan laughed and continued, "That's His true name, isn't it? You stinking rat hiding in the void."
Ryan's words made countless people flare their nostrils. They could not hear the name Ryan