Ice Blocks flew across the sky, leaving Rex nowhere to dodge.
The trails of magic were visible to the naked eye, streaking through the air and blotting out the sky.
The Liches had prepared this attack well in advance, waiting for this very moment. They intended to kill him in a single strike and would allow no room for failure.
A freezing chill instantly spread across the battlefield, striking dread into everyone who witnessed it.
Rex had anticipated this and already prepared his response. With a turn of his hand, a rune glowing with an eerie blue light appeared in his palm. He hurled it straight into the sky.
The cold radiance filling the heavens, the Ice Blocks flickering with a terrifying aura, was wiped away.
The sky returned to its clear blue, with a few clouds drifting overhead. Looking closely, one could trace the paths of their movement. The astonishing magical assault, the Ice Blocks that hundreds of Liches had joined forces to spread across a vast area, vanished just like that. Like ice chips exposed to temperatures above a hundred degrees, they melted away in an instant.
The fierce wind continued to howl, and the slaughter on the battlefield continued. The mindless Undead army was not shaken by the sight. They knew neither fear nor astonishment. As walking corpses, their greatest pleasure was slaughter, endlessly killing the living. They kept swinging their weapons and hacking away.
The Furbolgs Rex had summoned also continued clearing a path for him, allowing him to attempt his breakout.
Everyone kept doing what they were supposed to do. The battle never paused. At a glance, it was still the same battlefield, with nothing different about it. But Dar'Khan knew that it had changed.
He stared at Rex in shock and fury. Of course,