Zhang Yang's gaze shifted toward the iceberg behind him, and more than a dozen plans had already flashed through his mind.
Among them, the fastest, most convenient, and most effective options were three.
The first was the Mana-Constructed Fireball Spell. This was his strongest specialty. Using his Soul Force Field and a tiny amount of spiritual energy, he could cause the greatest destructive effect. It was feasible in the short term, but if these monsters remained endless, his meager reserves of spiritual energy would be in danger.
The second was to rely on this iceberg and use it to enchant weapons and equipment with ice, adding ice damage to the soldiers' weapons. But this was still somewhat lacking, and the effects of ice enchantment were a double-edged sword that would also have a considerable impact on the soldiers.
The third was to cultivate even more powerful Dragonblood Warriors. As for the source of the Dragonblood... well, wasn't there one ready-made?
"Then we'll pursue all three at once. Little dragon, I'll borrow your Dragonblood today. I'll repay you tenfold someday. Hmm, how about I repay the favor of not killing you? Aren't you moved?"
With that thought, Zhang Yang ordered all the soldiers to remove their weapons. He then cut out a five-meter-sided cube of ice and casually placed a Dragonblood Warrior's great axe on top of it.
Afterward, Zhang Yang carved the simplest Ice-Sealing Talismans into the four sides of the ice block. Using his Soul Force Field to establish communication, he injected 0.1 units of spiritual energy. In an instant, the four Ice-Sealing Talismans activated and erupted with dazzling light. After only a few seconds, the cubic block of ice completely transformed into a white mist and flowed into the great axe.
The enchantment had succeeded.
But Zhang Yang