So even Frostwing, who was stronger than Hercules, could only meet his end after taking an attack like that.
After Frostwing died, his enormous body fell through the World Crystal Wall into the Mist World. As he plummeted, the Psychic Energy within him surged out of control and erupted, forming a colossal iceberg that sealed the White Dragon King's corpse inside. At last, it came crashing down onto the Northern Icefield.
The violent impact instantly sent vast clouds of vapor rising from the Northern Icefield. Refracted by the light, they became a dazzling aurora, as though the sky were holding a funeral for the White Dragon King who had created countless legends.
The earth-shaking impact rattled the entire Mist World. Even the Undead Empire, thousands of kilometers away, felt the shock.
In some towns, flimsy houses collapsed outright. Even the highly earthquake-resistant buildings in major cities swayed violently, their timbers creaking with a sound that made people's blood run cold.
At that moment, Green was checking on the production of Void Milk when his face abruptly filled with astonishment.
He sensed an unimaginable surge of Psychic Energy erupting in the northern reaches of the Mist World. Only some time later did the violent tremors reach him, shaking the entire Graveyard.
"What happened?" Green's heart stirred. He first checked that nothing was wrong with the Void Milk production equipment, then flashed outside the Graveyard.
Meanwhile, the Skeleton Lord and Talaga, both Saint Spirit Rank powerhouses, converged on him and looked north.
Even at Saint Spirit Rank, they could not see what was happening so far away. But the violent fluctuations of Psychic Energy told them something extraordinary had happened there.
"Talaga, stay here and guard the place. Skeleton Lord, come with me." Green gave the orders without hesitation, then raced toward