The next moment, he sensed Dole's level. His entire aura instantly withdrew. He spread his wings, stomped down, and shot toward the region of ice pillars.
"Damn it, an eighth-rank human? Since when did another monster like this show up?"
The Ice Dragon had thought he could at least have a little snack, only to run into a terrifying powerhouse. He could only flee.
As he flew forward, he looked back in Dole's direction—only to realize that Dole had vanished from sight entirely.
The Ice Dragon's heart lurched. The next instant, he sensed that in the sky ahead, the previously calm currents of air had suddenly become a raging gale. In his eyes, seemingly endless ice-wind elements were gathering from all directions at astonishing speed.
The ice-wind elements converged in the blink of an eye, swiftly forming a colossal Storm Giant over one hundred and fifty meters tall.
The Ice Dragon had seen Storm Giants before. Deep within the Far North, Storm Dragons, Storm Giants, and all manner of other creatures formed from storms could be found everywhere. They were elemental spirits born naturally from the storm spirits themselves, brimming with the power of water, ice, and wind. Unlike the storm spirits there, however, the one before him was nearly identical in size and possessed incomprehensibly great power—but it lacked the power of ice and had gained the power of lightning instead. Streams of multicolored lightning flowed through the Storm Giant's body, and its tyrannical, violent aura slammed viciously into the Ice Dragon's heart.
The moment he saw the Storm Giant, the Ice Dragon's heart seemed to miss half a beat. In the next instant, he violently folded his wings, pouring out his magic power like mad as he darted in another direction.
Just then, he felt an enormous suction