The ground rapidly condenses into a thick layer of ice visible to the naked eye, countless sharp ice shards burst from beneath the soil, and moisture in the air continuously freezes, emitting a subtle yet dense cracking sound.
He gracefully clenched his dragon claw.
Ice shards exuding extreme coldness, with edges sharp as knives, quickly formed around him, hovering in the air, with their tips pointing straight at the Red Iron Dragon.
The ice shards contained extreme coldness.
Even a mature White Dragon, renowned for its cold resistance, would suffer frostbite if hit directly.
"Let me witness with my own eyes just how much you've grown to dare speak with such arrogance."
The Silver Dragon said coldly.
Responding to him was a low, tumultuous dragon roar.
The Red Iron Dragon moved.
No probing feint, no tactical circling, just the most direct, most furious, most savage frontal assault.
Crack—!
