The position of the middle-aged man bound by thaumaturgy immediately exploded, while six ice spikes rose from beneath his feet and pierced upward.
Stella was truly relieved to see the thaumaturgy take effect, but amid the explosive icy mist, the familiar hammerhead smashed toward her again. This time, the ice shield she hastily erected was shattered in a single blow. Although the hammerhead was ultimately knocked back, Stella herself spat blood from the corner of her mouth and staggered back several steps.
The middle-aged elder, who had barely moved from his position until now, rushed out from the cold mist created by Ice Burst, gripping his hammer in both hands as he smashed it at Stella. This was not a purely physical attack. The White-haired Girl only felt as though an iceberg were crashing down on her, while the white frost mist spilling from the hammer made her vaguely recall the immense power she had sensed when she accidentally touched the sacred relic years ago.
She did not try to flee. Instead, she raised both hands to meet the hammerhead. But rather than erecting a shield or controlling the ice and snow, what shone from her hands this time was the supreme Sun Power:
"Sun Fist!"
Frost met the blazing sun, and steam blurred everyone's vision. Claire leaped up and caught the Stella who had been sent flying. As she frowned and healed her, she also complained in her heart that the ancestor was being far too excessive.
The hammer-wielding phantom stood where he had just clashed with Stella. He appeared completely unharmed, but the Clowns, who had remained silent all along, could clearly sense that his figure had become somewhat transparent.
"This truly surprises me. A tribe devoted to the Winter God actually produced a descendant capable of wielding