The various bizarre attacks froze into solid matter the instant they touched the ice, increasing the ice layer's thickness.
The more they resisted, the thicker the ice created by their attacks within the pit became, further compressing the space inside.
Faced with this sudden change, the massive evil gods hurriedly stopped using their bizarre energy attacks.
Instead, they used their bodies to fight back, striking the ice.
One of them was an evil god whose head resembled a bronze wooden box covered in vertical and horizontal patterns, with thick bull horns growing from either side and skin like black rock.
It rose upright and slammed its thick, fleshy claws against the ice, instantly producing intense high-frequency vibrations.
Its fleshy claws were bounced back.
The ice gave off a crisp metallic ring, as if it were steel. The vibrations it carried continuously traveled upward, shaking the outermost white mist that had yet to freeze.
The mist was blasted outward into space.
Like a chimney piercing the clouds.
"Why is there still no effect? What exactly is this substance?" the evil god roared.
"Copper Box has the strongest physical attacks among us. If even his attacks don't work, then it's even more impossible for the rest of us!" said another one, thin as a matchstick.
Its body looked as though two iron wires had been casually twisted into a humanoid shape.
But its slenderness was only relative to its own proportions. To an ordinary person, even one of its thin arms was as thick as an entire building.
It was a towering, colossal existence.
Yet even such beings remained helpless against the environment outside, where the ice kept spreading and the space was constantly being compressed.
All they could do was attack again and again.
Though they could not break through the