That mass of cold, ghostly flame shot toward him like lightning, severing the "spider threads" surrounding Chen Rui with razor-sharp precision. The figure flashed aside, narrowly evading the flame at the critical moment.
A string of syllables burst from Wukalius's mouth, transforming into black spheres. The spheres exploded in unison, becoming countless blade-like shards—the powerful water-element spell, Ice Burst.
An ordinary Ice Burst consisted of only one ice sphere, but Wukalius had conjured more than a hundred, infused with formidable dark-element power that multiplied their might. Under such omnidirectional explosions, there was almost no blind spot for evasion. The sharp fragments that burst apart seemed capable of tearing even space itself; if they struck the body, even over a small area, they would leave it riddled with holes.
But the terror of Wukalius's mutated Ice Burst did not end there. The exploded shards did not dissipate. Instead, they swept back and formed clusters of horrifying storms, repeatedly scouring and engulfing the enemy within the space.
Black Dragons were originally a race immune to magic, almost completely insulated from magical attacks. Yet after becoming a dragon lich, Wukalius had changed his formerly close-combat-oriented fighting style into magical offense. Especially after more than nine thousand years of accumulation and battle, Wukalius had fully adapted to this "new" method of combat. His dragon-language magic, centered on darkness, wind, and water, was powerful and uncanny, impossible to guard against.
This move, Death Ice Storm, was one of his strongest composite offensive spells. Though he had temporarily reversed the power of the laws, Wukalius had paid the price of burning his life force and suffering a steep drop in strength. If he completely overdraw himself without defeating his opponent, the consequences would naturally be unthinkable. Lei Chan was also watching like a tiger eyeing its