The Haska Guard, having achieved Bloodline Completion, wielded Frost Power that far surpassed that of the Norman Knights in lethality and grandeur.
He heavily stomped his right leg on the ground, and the ground immediately became covered in frost. Then, a massive amount of ice spikes rapidly grew from the ground, spreading out in circles like lightning.
Aske rapidly jumped backward, swinging his longsword in mid-air, slicing through the ice spikes that pierced up from the ground. However, even more ice spikes continued to multiply seemingly endlessly, quickly engulfing his figure.
"Is he dead?" Haska squinted towards that direction, the profusion of ice spikes emitting flowing radiance in the spreading cold air—yet absent were the expected blood and corpse debris, which meant...
That guy wasn't dead!
Suddenly, intense pain burst from behind. A long spear pierced through his entire back, lifting him straight off the ground.
