Chapter 742 - 513: A Scourge Descends, Annihilating the Werewolf Legion

Chapter 742: Chapter 513: A Scourge Descends, Annihilating the Werewolf Legion

"ROAR!"

A roar, filled with endless cold and the aura of death, erupted from the mouth of the colossal, thousand-meter Demon Serpent!

The roar became a physical shockwave, radiating wildly in all directions!

Wherever the shockwave passed, space itself seemed to freeze, letting out a grating CRACKLE as it shattered!

Caught in the roar, the three Domain Level Powerhouses who were desperately retreating suddenly went rigid, as if struck by an Immobilization Technique, and were frozen in mid-air.

Expressions of utter horror remained frozen on their faces.

Then.

Under Raylo’s cold gaze.

The Ice Wind Demon Serpent’s enormous, Abyssal maw gaped open.

WHOOSH!

A gust of grayish-white Ice Wind that could freeze all creation!

Like a sigh of death from the Nine Netherworld, the Ice Wind moved faster than lightning, instantly blanketing the entire Werewolf camp below, and... the three Domain Level Powerhouses suspended in the air!

In that moment, the entire world turned a deathly, silent grayish-white.

The giant, Berserk Werewolf’s claws, blazing with dark-red energy, were frozen in place forever, less than ten meters from Lightning.

The madness and savagery on its face were coated in a thick layer of Frost, solidifying into an eternal, hideous expression.

The two Vampires couldn’t escape, either.

Their outstretched talons, their spread bat-like wings, and the endless terror in their eyes were all sealed within crystal-clear ice by the piercing Ice Wind.

Three... giant blocks of ice.

Just like that, they floated silently in mid-air.

Then, as if all support had vanished, they plunged helplessly from a hundred meters up.

"CRASH!"

"CRASH!"

"CRASH!"

Three sounds of shattering ice rang out one after another.

The three once-unbeatable Domain Level Powerhouses shattered like fragile glass the moment they hit the ground!

They turned into a cloud of glittering ice dust that shimmered with an unnatural light.

Down below, the once-raucous, blazing Werewolf camp had now been utterly transformed into... a deathly silent forest of ice sculptures.

Over ten thousand Werewolves—whether they were running, Wailing, or fighting...

All their actions, all their expressions, were frozen for eternity in that single instant.

Each one turned into a lifelike ice sculpture.

A bitter wind howled across the vast, frozen land, whipping up ice crystals and snow and making a sound like the wailing of ghosts.

All that remained of the world was a suffocating, pale white.

「In the distance, at the Thunder Dragon Duchy’s camp.」

Count Alan and the Count of Fury stood shoulder-to-shoulder on high ground within the camp, their faces filled with shock as they stared at the scene before them—a scene that was both a Miracle and an apocalypse.

They opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but found their throats gripped by an invisible hand, unable to utter a single sound.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

It was... a fear and reverence that stemmed from the deepest parts of their souls... the most absolute kind!

A bitter wind, carrying fine ice crystals, swept across the vast, frozen land. Its mournful cry was the only sound in the world.

On the other side of the river, the once-raucous, chaotic Werewolf camp, filled with blood and fire, had now become a massive, crystal-clear cemetery of ice and snow.

Over ten thousand Werewolves, along with the three once-unbeatable Domain Level Powerhouses, had been turned into eternal ice sculptures by that single grayish-white exhalation, sealed together upon this dead, silent land.

In the sky, after unleashing that world-ending strike, the colossal, mountain-sized, and fearsome Head of the Demon Serpent began to shrink rapidly.

The terrifying pressure receded like the tide.

Finally, the Demon Head reverted to the size of a human skull, landing quietly in Raylo’s palm as if the world-ending scene moments ago had been nothing but an illusion.

Raylo returned the Ice Wind Demon Head to his Spatial Bag. Coal Ball leaped from his shoulder, hovered over the camp, and collected all the spoils of war.

When Coal Ball returned, Raylo patted Lightning’s neck.

"Let’s go down."

"HRRRN."

Lightning’s massive Dragon Wings beat slowly. Its enormous body descended smoothly, finally landing lightly on an open patch of ground in front of the camp.

When Lightning’s enormous dragon claws touched solid ground...

"THUD!"

The heavy impact kicked up clouds of dust in front of the camp.

At that moment, Count Alan and the Count of Fury snapped out of their stupor as if waking from a dream. They glanced at each other, seeing the lingering shock and fear in the other’s eyes.

"Quickly!"

"Go and welcome His Highness, Raylo!"

Count Alan was the first to react, practically tumbling down from the high ground in his haste.

The Count of Fury followed close behind, his face pale and his forehead beaded with cold sweat. His legs were still weak and trembling.

The scene from moments ago had completely shattered his understanding of the word "Power."

Soon, led by the two Counts, a troop of Knights hurried out from the camp gates.

When they saw the Thunder Dragon resting quietly in the clearing, exuding a terrifying Dragon Mighty, and the tall, indifferent young man standing before it, everyone instinctively stopped in their tracks, not daring to take another step forward.

Awe, fear, worship...