The monster had no nose or ears at all, and its mouth seemed to be sewn up with a black thread. A pair of blue eyes like ghostly fire were staring at him.

"Lord Priest, is this monster the legendary Cold Demon!" Although he had never seen the White Demon who had brought great disasters to the Radiant Continent, it was not difficult to guess the true identity of the monster in front of him from the various rumors about the Cold Demon and the word-of-mouth descriptions.

"Yes, I don't believe that those two imps in the Snow Country can still defeat the cold demon more than eight hundred years ago. As he spoke, there was a loud fight at the entrance of the cave.

Following the trail of blood left along the way, Aram and Miraya quickly followed them to the stone chamber where the High Priest was hiding. The two bone mages guarding the entrance of the cave died under Miraya's arrows before they could resist. While Miraya was loading her crossbow with arrows, Aram rushed into the cave first.

"High priest, suffer death!"

The half-moon-shaped wind blade drew a beautiful arc and headed straight for the high priest. This time, Aran grasped the slash just right, and the power of the Wind God Blade was basically fully exerted. However, the inevitable blow still did not kill the high priest.

The Cold Demon unfolded its long, slender arms like dead branches, and slashed at Aran's wind. Only then did Aram notice that there was a strange-looking white giant between himself and the high priest.

Since the High Priest used his own blood to awaken the sleeping demons, it was equivalent to signing a lifelong contract with the demons. The Cold Demon will instinctively protect the High Priest's safety, and the rest of the people who appear before it, including the High Priest's retinue, will become sacrifices to the Cold Demon after his resurrection.

The sudden appearance of the white monster shocked Arran. The slash that condensed the wind elemental was definitely no less destructive than any physical weapon in the world, but the cold demon could easily block the attack of the Wind God Blade with just a pair of dry hands. Its strength is only far greater than that of the bone warriors it has encountered before.

The Cold Demon turned his head to Aran, his ice-blue eyes like netherfire from hell. As long as it was watching, Aran felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body trembled.

"Master Alan, get out of the way. Miraya hurried in front of Aran. The moment he raised his crossbow, the silver arrow flew towards the cold demon's face. At such a close distance, Miraya would never miss.

The arrow passed through the cold demon's arms and struck it in the throat, but the enemy fell as hard as expected. On the contrary, he took a steady step and walked forward step by step.

How could this be, even Miraya, who was calm and calm, couldn't help but panic at the moment. The white demon in front of her was completely beyond her imagination.

As he walked, the Cold Demon said something in a language that neither Aram nor Miraya could understand. This strange language, which is neither a barbarian dialect nor a spell of the Evil Bone Tribe, sounds like the sound of ice breaking.

As it spoke, strange carvings began to emerge under its blue skin, like complex electronic circuits throughout its body.

Although Aram couldn't figure out what the monster in front of him was trying to do, it was clear that only by defeating it could he take the life of the high priest. And just as the two of them turned their attention to the white monster, the high priest and his retinue took the opportunity to sneak out of the secret room.

"Miraya, leave this monster to me to deal with. Go after the High Priest, and don't let that guy run away again. ”

Although Miraya was a little reluctant, she nodded helplessly. The female bodyguard with a serious expression knew that in this relatively small secret room, the bow and crossbow in her hand could no longer play a big role. If you want to defeat the monster in front of you, you can only rely on the power of the Wind God Blade. Young Master Yalan definitely didn't want to be accidentally injured by the Wind Blade, so he made such a decision.

The silver-haired girl quickly tossed her bow aside and chased in the direction of the high priest's escape. The Cold Demon stretched out her arms to grab her, but Miraya leaned down and rolled sideways, deftly scurrying under the Cold Devil's armpit.

"Monster, your opponent is me!" Aran shouted, drawing the cold demon's attention to his side again.

I saw that a large number of wind elements had gathered around the Earth Wind Divine Blade held high. An off-white blade of light coalesced from the hilt. This was the first time that Aran had given the Wind God Blade a materialized form, and the Wind Blade in this state was more lethal than the Invisible Blade.

The gray-white wind blade made a piercing high-pitched sound, and the artifact in his hand was like a wild horse that was almost about to escape, and it was not easy for Aran to grip the sword handle that was constantly shaking. After exhaling lightly, he slashes from top to bottom with a powerful slash.

The majestic blow slashed firmly at the cold demon. A roar accompanied by a shockwave resounded all around. However, the moment the Wind God Blade fell, the runes engraved on the cold demon's body also burst out with blue fluorescence. A thick layer of ice armor quickly covered the cold demon's entire body. The strong wind slash, although splashing countless ice crystal fragments, the white monster in front of him was not cut into two as expected.

However, the attack of the Wind God Blade did not have any effect. A huge gap was cut in the cold demon's ice armor, and the white humanoid monster protected the injured part and let out a ghostly howl. The black threads that had sewn up its lips had all broken as it screamed, revealing several white shark-like teeth that had grown from its mouth.

Enraged, the Cold Demon spread out its right palm, and a white ice ball appeared in the palm of its palm. The water molecules in the air instantly condensed into a cold ice gun. The ice spear was thrown from the cold demon's hand, turning into a silvery-white beam of light towards Aram.

Facing the oncoming ice gun, Alan's pupils contracted sharply. The Wind God Blade, which had just completed a blow, had not yet been fully charged, and was powerless to resist the cold magic.

In desperation, Aran had to roll on the spot. Although the action looked a little embarrassing, it finally dodged the attack of the cold demon in a thrilling way. The ice spear plunged into the rock wall behind Arran, and the hard rock wall immediately froze into a smooth and flat mirror.

What a powerful ice spell, Aran muttered secretly in his heart. I didn't expect this stupid big guy to be a master of magic. As for the ice spear magic it just used, the evaluation level is at least five stars or higher. If you're not careful, even a little bit of it will freeze into a popsicle in no time.

Just when Aran was secretly complaining, the cold demon's attack did not end there. The runes on its arms once again glowed with a pale blue glow. Another ice spear was condensed and formed in its hands, and this one was longer and thicker than the previous one.

Damn, doesn't this guy even have to chant spells when he uses magic?, Aran couldn't help but curse in his heart at his opponent's near-cheating behavior. Without the help of an artifact, the release of any magic with an evaluation level of five stars or higher requires the recitation of a spell, and of course, the longer the spell is recited, the more powerful the magic released. But the monster in front of him completely broke the common sense that Aran thought.

There is no need to chant mantras or any utensils. With a single grasp of it, the white demon can cast a fifth-level ice spear magic, which makes Aran how to play. Without thinking about it, Aran quickly jumped behind a rock. The ice spear stabbed the massive boulder. The black rock immediately turned into a crystal clear, and then cracked into thousands of tiny pieces.

Having lost his cover, Aram had no choice but to flee again, and the endless stream of ice guns kept passing him. There are fewer and fewer bunkers to hide in the secret room, and if you continue like this, you will definitely be killed. Aran was so anxious that he couldn't think of a good way to deal with it for a while. Suddenly, he spotted the stalactites hanging from the top of the cave. If you take advantage of it, it should be a good trap. Aran deliberately attracted the cold devil to the densest concentration of stalactites. These upside-down conical stalagmites resemble the interlaced canine teeth in the mouths of ancient creatures, and if they are hit head-on, they will either die or be crippled.

Alan Qiao was on time and swung the hilt of his sword back and forth. As several sharp cracking sounds sounded in the air, dozens of huge stalagmites fell one after another to the place where the Cold Demon stood. The white giant figure was immediately engulfed in dust. After a few seconds, the dust settled. I saw the cold devil nailed to the ground on all sides. One of the stalagmites, about half a meter in diameter, passed through its chest. However, the terrifying white demon did not die, and it did not shed even a drop of blood. The Cold Demon struggled, trying to pull out the stalagmites that had been stuck in his body.

Without hesitation, Aram raised his sword and slashed. The wind blade slashed into the face of the cold demon, and the frost armor that played a protective role did not appear again this time, it seems that this powerful defensive skill cannot be used unlimitedly, otherwise the ability of this monster is too rebellious. The Wind God's blade slashed through a deep crack that pierced through his cheek. The cold demon raised his head and stared at Aran with those eyes like blue stars, which made Arran's heart furious.

Cut like this, he can still survive, and the tenacious vitality of the cold demon completely convinced Arran. How can we kill this monster in front of me? The cold demon suddenly pounced. Only the front half of the body, to be exact, and its lower body is still nailed to the ground. Aran was knocked to the ground, and he was so angry that he couldn't breathe.

It seems that the only way to do this is to cut this guy into pieces. Aran was about to get up, but found his hands empty. Where's my Wind Blade?" Araham, in shock, noticed that the dull hilt of the sword was lying quietly on the ground on his right. It must have been accidentally dropped when I fell. He straightened his hand, just about to pick it up. The cold devil pressed his broken body against Aran.

The battered Cold Demon obviously didn't have the strength to continue fighting, but it still had some frost energy left in its body. The cold breath continued to pass through the skin and onto Aram's body. The cold made Aram's hands and feet numb, and his whole body trembled.

Does this monster want to die with me, realizing that something is wrong, Aram desperately pounds it with his fists and kicks it. But the cold demon did not move at all, and seemed to be determined to freeze Aran to death.

At that moment, the monster's back was once again opened, and a flame spread from the wound in its chest. The cold demon's whole body was like melting ice cream, quickly turning into a pool of thick liquid.

The heat on his face relieved Aran slightly. It was none other than the faithful maid Miraya who appeared in front of her. The pretty silver-haired girl held a short knife in one hand and a extinguished human bone torch in the other.

"Young Master Alan, are you okay!" Miraya picked up Young Master Alan, who was trembling all over, with a look of concern in her eyes.

"Thank you, Miraya, for saving my life again. It seems that I can't afford to repay your kindness in my life, so I can only promise it with my body. Aram, who had escaped, couldn't help but joke.

"Young master, don't laugh. If you die, how can I explain it to Your Majesty? Miraya's face was flushed with shyness.

"By the way, Miraya, did you kill the High Priest?" Aran remembered the task given to Miraya. Miraya must have gained something if she was able to turn back.

Miraya was slightly stunned and shook her head guiltily. "I'm sorry, Master Alan. It was I who was incompetent, or let the high priest run. "It turned out that not long after Miraya chased out, she came across a fork in the road. The two tunnels lead to different places. If you make a mistake, you will lose the target you are tracking. Attentively, Miraya noticed that there was still blood on the ground at one of the forks in the road.

So she didn't hesitate to chase after the bloodstained tunnel, but in the end, it was not the High Priest himself, but the Bone Mage who had been by the High Priest's side. The cunning High Priest had already guessed that the pursuers behind him would surely follow the trail of blood to search for his whereabouts. So he deliberately slashed the arms of his followers to lure Miraya to the bait. He covered his wounds and fled into another tunnel.

By the time Miraya realized that she had been tricked, it was too late. The High Priest had long since left the Cave of Bones for the barbarians' quarters. Miraya grabbed the white bone mage and learned from him that the white monster that was fighting with Aran was actually the cold demon who had invaded the Radiant Continent more than eight hundred years ago.

Under Miraya's repeated persecution, the Bone Mage had no choice but to speak out about the weakness of the Cold Demon. Cold Demons are undead creatures with human bodies, and they not only have no pain all over their bodies, but they are also powerful. As long as a living creature appears in front of them, they will attack incessantly, even if they are dismembered. The only way to kill them is with fire. However, Cold Devils will generally use Ice Armor to defend against damage from fire. The only way to truly kill this kind of monster is to introduce fire into its body.

After learning all this, Miraya immediately rushed back to the secret room, just in time to encounter Aran being thrown to the ground by the cold demon. She picked up the torch hanging from the rock wall in one hand and drew the saber at her waist with the other. According to the method told by the White Bone Mage, this difficult demon was really solved.