The leader of the fiends raised the blue Ice Blade, pointing toward the battlefield where the Silver Moon Knights were charging.
It issued a sound like a river breaking through ice, rumbling and vibrating, swiftly reaching the ears of all the fiends.
The fiends, receiving their orders, surged toward the Silver Moon Knights in large numbers, intending to slaughter them.
Herman had not been fighting long before he gradually felt the heaviness in his body, his longsword almost impossible to lift, growing heavier by the moment.
He was greatly astonished.
With his rich combat experience, given the current battle tempo, it was impossible for him to deplete his strength.
The only sensation was cold!
An astonishing cold, his skin felt like it was being scalded.
This group of fiends seemed like ice blocks emitting cold air, needing powerful slashes to cut them down.
