A magical light lit up on Mick's body, and a series of magical inscriptions appeared under his clothes, and blazing flames erupted from his body like fireworks.

The flames seemed to be menacing, but as soon as they intersected with the ice, they immediately suffocated, and the raging flames turned into slender flames in an instant, and it was obvious that the ice in that realm was not as simple as ordinary ice magic.

However, fortunately, Mick's flame is not an ordinary flame, although the volume becomes smaller at low temperatures, the energy of the connotation is compressed, but it is strengthened by a few points.

The flames burned unbelievably on the ice, and the spread of the icy ice slowed down, and then more flames emerged from Mick's body, and the slender flames turned into raging tongues of fire again.

The power of the ice seemed to be unable to resist the erosion of the flames, and began to retreat, but the flames pursued the victory, and the more they fought, the more courageous they became. After a few seconds, Mick shook all the ice off his body with all his might, and finally regained his freedom.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he found that as soon as the flames on his body left his body, they would be extinguished immediately, and even frozen by ice.

The bone-chilling chill pierced his bone marrow like steel needles, and the raging flames burning on Mick's body seemed to have lost their original temperature, completely unable to resist the cold invasion, making him shiver one after another.

Mick realized that in the few seconds he had broken free from the ice's control, the space around him had completely turned into a world of ice and snow.

To make matters worse, in the realm, his power seemed to be greatly suppressed, and any magic that left the range of his body would automatically disintegrate and weaken, dissipating into nothingness.

On the contrary, the opponent's ice and snow power has been greatly increased by the domain, and even a first-level ice magic can exert an effect of level 3 or above in this field.

Under this terrifying bonus, the combat power of magicians who have reached the Holy Rank can even be doubled.

It is no exaggeration to say that without the corresponding equipment, or the assistance of a master who has also reached the Holy Rank, even if a squadron of regular troops enters this field, it will definitely not be able to support it for twenty minutes.

If it was against a master below the Holy Rank, even if that person had already reached the ninth level, he would have no chance of winning.

Mick's scalp tingled, and he thought to himself that this was the true power of the realm......

For him, the power of the domain is no stranger, but he is a complete layman when it comes to how to exert the power of the domain.

Mick feels like a hillbilly with endless treasure in his hands but dying poor. If he can develop his realm to this extent, then he can at least go head-to-head with powerhouses above level six.

This is still when his absolute strength is only two levels, and if his strength grows slightly, his combat power will increase exponentially with the help of the domain.

But there was no point in thinking about it now, because Mick was in someone else's realm, and the stronger that realm, the less hope he had of surviving.

Facing a magus who is at least a holy level, even if Mick has countless back hands and hole cards, he will never have the slightest chance of winning, all he can fight for is a chance to escape.

Ever since he entered the realm, all the forces within seemed to be operating on their own, with no sign of human control, which is why Mick was able to easily break free from the realm control.

If someone had commanded him, I'm afraid that Mick would have been frozen into an ice sculpture now, if not a corpse.

The master of the realm has no chance of killing him, this is his only hope of survival.

"Oh, don't!"

Just as Mick was thinking about it, he suddenly heard an exclamation in the distance!

The voice was very faint, but it was thick with despair and fear.

Mick is very familiar with this sound......

"Ilona!" Mick startled.

She must be in danger, damn it!

Mick couldn't believe he had found Ilona so easily, but in the middle of the realm, Mick could only see a vast expanse of frost, and he couldn't tell where he was or where the sound was coming from.

He was immediately anxious, and rushed towards the depths of the field like a fly without a head. In his memory, there should have been a staircase in that direction, and he had a little luck in his heart, maybe he could get out of the control of the realm by rushing upstairs.

But as soon as he took two or three steps, he suddenly ran head-on into a bitter cold wind. The cold wind was so powerful that Mick was knocked several meters away in an instant, and he felt like he had been trampled by a galloping thunder lizard, and his bones seemed to fall apart.

"Ah, it hurts......" Mick rubbed his shoulders and stood up, the flames on his body had been completely extinguished, and the fine ice quickly crept up his body.

He was shocked in his heart, and immediately cast a second-level "Ten Consecutive Shots" flame robe, which was able to drive away the cold ice that followed him.

"What should I do, what should I do? If I don't get out of the control of the realm as soon as possible, Ilona she ......" Mick didn't know what had happened to Ilona, and the position brought more fear and made him more anxious.

Just when he was at a loss, a chuckle suddenly came from the field: "Hehe, you can't protect yourself, you actually want to think about others?"

"Who is it?!" Mick was shocked.

"I, of course, am the master of this realm!"

Mick was stunned for a moment and immediately eased his mind, temporarily detached from his eagerness, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, I'm very sorry for accidentally breaking into your domain, I'm just here to find my friend, can you ......?"

"Hahaha, dear Mr. Beckman, this field is specially waiting for you to come, how can it be said that it is a mistake?"

"What?" Mick's pupils shrank and he exclaimed, "You were the one who unleashed the killing intent earlier?!"

"Hehe, do you just figure it out now?it's too late...... the voice fluttered in the cold wind, as cold as the magic here.

"Who are you?" Mick asked in a deep voice.

Since this guy is specifically targeting himself, then his previous escape plan has no chance of success, but he is very puzzled, when did he offend such a powerful person again?

Could it be the Beckmans, but how did they know they were coming to Blackbrier?

"It doesn't matter who I am, Mr. Beckman, I gave Michelle a chance ten years ago and didn't go north to kill you immediately, but you sent it yourself and stole my work!"

"What? You know Michelle!" Mick asked, "Who are you, what happened ten years ago?" and when did I snatch your work?"

While Mick was trapped in the realm, a sea change was taking place in the city of Maltisse, and the sudden escalation of the situation caught the major forces off guard.

Alarm for an emergency assembly was sounded in almost every military camp, and large numbers of troops began to assemble in case the situation spiraled further out of control.

Some scheming politicians, as well as scheming careerists, are even more prepared to weigh their own power and prepare to take advantage of the fire at the right time.

Maltis, who was already like dry wood, was thrown into a huge Mars, and an unprecedented melee seemed to be just around the corner.