The frost dragon Yurisian rushed to where the ascetic Snoman had been standing, but he didn't hit anything, and slid straight over, dragging a long ravine.

Behind it, the fireballs exploded one after another, and one after another salute flowers were raised, and Crane's body was slightly stiff and jumped with this, not being distanced by the "King of the North", and was always within 5 meters of the other party.

When Yurisian stopped, he was still in a state of invisibility, and suddenly he had a bad premonition, and he had a corresponding picture in his mind, and hurriedly pounced forward, almost touching the ground and burrowing under the frost dragon.

At the same time, Yurisian's long, thick and powerful tail flicked away and swept out, slashing at the nearby elven singer Shatas and the Solomonic Empire nobleman Mobet.

Woo!

At the sound of the wind, MoBet was thrown out, avoiding the tail of the frost dragon, and Shattas slowed down, although with the help of the strong wind, retreated with the trend of sweeping, in order to dissolve the power, but was still pumped to the side, pumping her thick phantom scales to disintegrate and shatter, to break her ribs, to whip her upside down, and to fall to the snowy ground not too heavy under the support of the wind.

Replaced by Mobet, Anderson and others, this blow was enough to kill them on the spot, but fortunately, the "Storm" path was protected by the corresponding phantom scales, and each sequence would be improved accordingly, Shatas was only seriously injured, not unconscious, and even his mobility was not completely lost.

At this time, the "King of the North" Yurisian's neck flicked, his mouth opened, and he spat out a pale blue wave.

The waves swept over Norman and froze the ascetic into an ice sculpture, leaving Edwina, Dragonzel, and Anderson either blocked by the massive dragon body, using other extraordinary abilities, or too far away to come to the rescue.

Bang!

The Frost Dragon spun around and stomped on the ground.

At this moment, its state had also decreased significantly, and the laceration in its right shoulder was unusually hideous—although the frozen pale blue blood barely stopped the injury from worsening, the corresponding front paw was almost paralyzed, which was not very convenient.

The dreamy scales on its body shattered a lot, and became extremely dull, as if it had lost a lot of vitality.

But no matter what, it also severely damaged or limited three opponents, and its condition was much better than before, especially the serious injury of the giant Grossell, which made it no longer entangled and could attack wantonly.

Seeing this, Adevina's light blue eyes turned dark again, and viscous evil thoughts flowed slowly inside.

Her right palm clenched violently, and the "King of the North" Yurisian raised her head again and roared, in extreme pain, with pale blue liquid flowing from the corners of her eyes and mouth.

At this moment, the Frost Dragon's mind was full of explosive emotions that impacted the spirit.

Seizing this opportunity, Edwina's eyes brightened and became extremely pure, and the morning light around her quickly appeared, condensing into a sword.

She has to play the role of "guardian" and go up to stop the "king of the north".

She believed that Gelman Sparrow must have had his purpose in stealing to Yurisian, and that all that was needed was time!

At that moment, a figure shrouded in the light of dawn rushed in front of the frost dragon.

This is exactly the giant Grossell!

His chest was sunken, his gray-blue skin was pale, and his broadsword was cracked like a spider's web, but he still bravely faced his enemy.

Grossel seemed to be burning life, emitting light and heat, and slashed at his target with a sword.

"Giants never back down!"

With a roar, Grossell blocked the Frost Dragon's slap again and again, and because one of his opponent's front paws was destroyed, he still had the strength to dodge the ice-blue breath.

"Imprisoned!" "Punishment Knight" Dragonzel rushed over and began to restrict the actions of the "King of the North", Edwina also found a tacit understanding, and waited until Yurisian angrily broke free from the restraints, which detonated its emotions, allowing the control to continue, so that the high-speed collision would not appear again, and Anderson would sometimes throw a blazing white spear, sometimes create condensed fireballs, and traumatize the opponent to the greatest extent again and again, after Mobet relented, he continued to steal ideas, steal abilities, and interfere with the attack of the frost dragon.

Yurisian tried to spread his wings, flapped the ice and snow, and flew into the air twice, but he was affected by the "forbidden flight" superimposed by Longzel again, and became difficult and sluggish, so he could only give up.

Crane, who was constantly changing positions under its feet, manipulated the "Spirit Thread" little by little, and had already reached the limit of 20 seconds, but still failed to succeed, because the spirit of the "King of the North" was powerful and crazy!

After a while, there was a loud bang, and the broadsword in Grossell's hand was struck by the front paws after being contaminated by the Frost Dragon's breath, and it suddenly cracked completely, turning into countless fragments, flying towards different locations.

With a popping sound, the invisible wall in front of Grossell, which was nearing its limit, pierced through it, and several shards pierced deep into his head and into his chest.

The closest "Punishment Knight" Long Zel also didn't have time to dodge, and was shattered by the side armor, and the corresponding position was blurred with flesh and blood.

"Giants never back down!"

Grossel roared again, the morning light on his body and a pure lightsaber in his palm.

His face was dark red and almost black as blood flowed, and he blocked the Frost Dragon's blow again.

At this time, Klein manipulated the "spirit thread" like a string, and finally saw the dawn of initial control.

Three seconds! Two seconds! One second!

The "King of the North" Yurisian's movements froze, and every joint of his body seemed to be covered with rust.

The frost dragon was immediately alert, sensing a source of danger beneath him, and before his mind was completely slow, he made a decision to sit down.

It's going to sit that sinister and vicious creature into a meat sauce!

Suddenly, in a trance, it forgot what it had just wanted to do, and Mobet Zoroaster, more than twenty meters away, sat down strangely on the snow.

Crane took the opportunity to move his feet, not too fast but not too slow, to the side of the frost dragon's hind legs.

His stealth effect began to fade, after all, the simulation was definitely not as good as the original, and he was half-stretched out with his hands half-extended, and he jumped spiritually, as if he was manipulating a giant puppet.

Bang!

Yurisian, who was already slow in thinking, regained his decision, his hind legs slowly bent, and his body collapsed like a mountain, but it could only stir up the snow and dust.

No way...... Not good...... Have to...... That'...... One after the other, its thoughts flashed in distinct order, and its heart slammed into a terrifying glow of pale blue and almost white.

This is due to its extraordinary ability to live, which can create an extremely cold hell, which it relied on before, making Klein and the others all freeze, if it weren't for the experience and ability of the ascetic Northman to restrain this state, there would have been more than one or two extraordinary people who died just now.

However, at this moment, under Crane's manipulation, everything that Yurisian did was significantly slowed down, and Edvina was keenly aware of the source of danger that she could not grasp before, and immediately shook her right palm, once again detonating the Frost Dragon's volatile emotions.

The body of the "King of the North" shook in slow motion, and the pale blue and near-white light that was about to condense spread uncontrollably, failing to interfere with the surrounding environment.

“...... Ah......h

The frost dragon's mouth slowly opened, letting out a stammering scream.

The elven singer Shatas recovered slightly, barely stood up, and immediately endured the pain when he saw this, and pulled the bowstring.

Her hair was open again, and a heavy lead cloud reappeared in the air, and two different silver-white electric lights reflected each other, pouring into the bow, forming a terrifying arrow of electric snakes wrapped in layers.

Shatath's face twisted and let go of the bowstring.

The silver-white electric light swooped into Yurisian's chest and abdomen, tearing out a hideous wound, and inside the wound, fire splashed everywhere, and thunder snakes scurried, doing more destruction.

At this time, Anderson's eyes lit up, and his body was covered with a layer of blazing white flames, and then turned into a "streamer" and accurately shot into the wound.

Pitch-black marks quickly appeared on the frost dragon's chest and abdomen, like someone scribbling there, and Julisian's thoughts were no longer so slow under the intense stimulus, struggling to flap his wings and soar into the air.

"Flights are forbidden here!" "Knight of Punishment" Dragonzel added more restrictions in time.

Bang!

The "King of the North" fell again, and all the dark marks on his chest and abdomen cracked, and pale blue blood and broken internal organs poured out like a waterfall.

Anderson jumped away from the dragon's body, the flames on his body extinguished, and he was thinly covered in transparent ice.

"It's cold...... It's so cold......" He held the "short teeth of death" and jumped out stiffly, his body trembling constantly.

Crane, who had just been narrowly escaped by the Frost Dragon, regained his initial sense of control, slowing Yurisian's desire to be buried with everyone present, and suffering theft and detonation.

Its slender neck slowly tilted upward, letting out a sluggish scream, and its body fell inch by inch.

During this process, Crane did not try to stop Chatas and the others from continuing their attack, because he knew very well that it would take more than five minutes to transform the Frost Dragon into a puppet, and there were too many possible accidents in between.

"The Knight of Punishment" Ronzel gasped and stood up straight, and in the state of blurred flesh and blood on the side of his body, he once again pushed out the palm that did not hold the sword, and solemnly declared in the ancient Hermetian language:

"Death!"

Yurisian's body shook and fell to the ground with a thud, like a mountain of ice and snow.

A pale blue and almost white light burst out from its body, stirring the flesh and blood, and quickly swam away, soon turning the huge dragon corpse into a thick, tall, snow-covered door.

There is no need to be reminded, all the extraordinary people present know that this is the door to the outside world.

"Finally, finally...... It worked......" Giant Grossell laughed, his voice getting lower and lower.

Bang!

His nearly four-meter-tall body swooped forward, propped one knee on the ground, and the morning light on his body quickly dissipated, and his breath was almost absent in an instant.

"Grossell!" Châtas and the others approached with difficulty, either with difficulty or quickly.

Grossell looked around slowly, clenched his fists, and said with a humble smile:

"We, we succeeded!

"Giants never, retreat ......"

His voice stopped abruptly, and his one-eyed head hung down.