A hint of seriousness flashed in David's dragon eyes; he knew that the Ice Hell Lord's power had not diminished. Instead, it experienced some bizarre sublimation at the brink of death.
Its aura was more terrifying than before, as if the entire Ice Palace was trembling for its rebirth.
"Your power... truly surprises me."
The shadow of the Ice Hell Lord slowly spoke, its voice tinged with a hint of mockery, "But now, I have transcended life and death. How can you still contend with me?"
Before the voice had even faded, the shadow of the Ice Hell Lord suddenly swung its claws, and the black ice crystals on the ground instantly condensed into countless sharp ice spears, assaulting David like a torrential rain.
The speed of the ice spears was extremely fast, almost unavoidable. David's dragon wings flapped, his figure swiftly dodging in mid-air, yet a few ice spears still struck him, with fresh blood dripping down his scales.
"Your speed... is no longer sufficient."
