The Goddess of Ice, on the mysterious platform.
Turas was still diligently studying the various mysterious and bizarre patterns carved on it, but he had no choice but to stop halfway through his work.
It couldn't be helped, the old dragon had returned!
The anticipated battle between Fire Man and the old dragon did not happen, or rather, it happened too quickly, so Turas was blocked by the old dragon on the platform before he could find the real entrance.
Seeing the Frozen Bone Dragon Nax break through the fog and reappear in front of him, Turas felt a little sad.
This old dragon was simply too pitiful!
After forcefully transforming from a Frost Dragon to a Frost Bone Dragon, the scales and flesh on Nax's body had already disappeared without a trace. All that was left were jagged bones that were harder than fine steel and the gigantic bone spurs that looked like flagpoles.
And in between the greenish-gray dragon bones, periosteum, and bone cracks, there was a dazzling blue icy aura. The azure power of frost filled the Bone Dragon's chest, abdomen, and skull. It even condensed into strange ice flower runes on the surface of its body.
A layer of transparent blue ice crystals enveloped every inch of the Bone Dragon's bones. If one wanted to attack the Bone Dragon's body, they would first need to break through the Ice Force Field outside its body, and then break through the layer of ice crystal protection.
Only by breaking through these two basic layers of defense would it be possible to extend the attack to the Bone Dragon's body!
In this frigid divine hall, Nax seemed to possess limitless power. He could use the terrifying power of cold in an extravagant manner.
This was its lair, and also its home ground!
In this Goddess of Ice, no Grade 4 creature could defeat the Frozen Bone Dragon Nax, who had the support of the Ancient Winter Chest.
But there were exceptions to everything!
The only thing that could defeat a transcendent holy weapon was another transcendent holy weapon!
The old dragon did not dare to carry the Winter Chest with him, and could only absorb the power within it endlessly. Now that he was suddenly faced with Grim, who had two transcendent holy weapons in his hands, he naturally lost in an instant.
Terrifying golden flames exploded on the old dragon's body. No matter how the old dragon beat and gathered cold air, he could not get rid of them. The golden flames and the blue cold air collided in a frenzy within its body, almost causing all the energy within the old dragon's body to go berserk.
The once elegant, arrogant, holy, and mighty Frost Bone Dragon Nax was now covered in flames on one side and ice on the other. Using its body as the battlefield, its energy and life force as fuel, the two strange powers of the law frantically fought against each other.
And every time they collided with each other, the amount of vitality that Nax was most reluctant to part with …
The Frost Skeletal Dragon Nax was almost unable to see anything due to the scorching flames. It staggered all the way back to the mysterious platform.
Right now, it urgently needed the help of the Ancient Winter Box.
Only the pure and abundant power of the harsh winter could extinguish the stubborn flames on his dragon body. However, when it rushed back to the high platform, it immediately saw the evil Star Spirit that was trying to break the glyph formation.
Narx almost went crazy.
Although it was heavily injured by the Law of Fire, it still had its mighty Divine Power and peerlessly powerful Draconic Magic. How could it be afraid of a lowly 'thief'?
It opened its mouth, and a strange Dragon Breath that was intertwined with ice and fire hit the blue starlight.
Damn it, how did this old dragon return so quickly …
While cursing in its heart, Star Spirit Turas' body flashed with psionic energy and quickly condensed a few psionic shields in front of it, blocking the scorching Dragon Breath that was sweeping towards it.
If it was just the flames and cold air, it would not be a big deal. This kind of shield made of psionic energy could perfectly defend against any elemental magical particles. However, the two powers of the law attached to the Dragon Breath were the most terrifying.
They stuck to the shield along with the scorching flames and the incomparably cold Dragon Breath. While entangling and fighting with each other, they also frantically destroyed the stability of the psionic energy.
The few psionic shields did not last until the end of the Dragon Breath, and they exploded into brilliant fireworks amidst a series of crisp explosions.
In the next moment, the old dragon's charred mouth opened wide, and it smashed through the sky full of fireflies. It fiercely bit towards the blue cloud-like and strangely beautiful body of the Star Spirit.
Damn it, it's actually the power of two elements, and it's such strange ice and fire …
Star Spirit Turas did not even have the time to curse. With a flash, its body moved horizontally by a hundred meters, and it avoided the terrifying mouth that was coming down from above.
But as soon as its body appeared, the old dragon's scorched tail pierced through the mist and appeared in front of it with a whistling wind.
After all, this was Nax's home ground. Not the slightest change in energy or disturbance in the Goddess of Ice could escape its eyes and ears. Thus, Turas could not bear to move too far away from the platform, and it flashed a little closer. It immediately suffered two consecutive attacks from the old dragon.
This time, Star Spirit Turas could not react in time.
The thick and long dragon tail directly crushed a few of the psionic shields that had just appeared, and it whipped at Turas' strange cloud-like body.
There was no sound of bones exploding, nor was there the sound of flesh exploding. The blue ball of light that was formed purely from clouds and mist, along with the starlight nodes within it, were scattered by this terrifying force.
The blue ball disappeared in an instant.
When it reappeared, it was already five hundred meters away in the depths of the mist.
After a period of difficult assembling and reassembling, the cluster of stars reformed. However, more than half of the starlight nodes that formed the body of the Star Spirit had been lost, and the cloud-like psionic energy that formed the periphery of the body had been lost by nearly thirty percent.
"Damn it, damn it … This is a huge loss!" Turas propped up his body with difficulty, and said hatefully, "The psionic circuit has been scattered and reassembled, and I've lost thirty percent of my psionic energy. With such a huge loss, I'm afraid I won't be able to make up for it in less than a hundred years! Damn old dragon, I'll make you pay the price … "
Cursing under his breath, Turas adjusted the power of the psionic energy.
Soon, countless strange rays of light shot in all directions, and its beautiful and strange body disappeared once more into the mist.
After chasing away Turas, the old dragon Nax rushed back to the platform. As soon as his aura came into contact with the dense rune lines on the platform, a strange rune of light appeared and completely enveloped him.
The aura of the old dragon's soul and the rune of light interacted, and after a series of verification and examination, a ball of light finally lit up in the center of the platform. A small opening appeared on the smooth ice crystal slab, and from it, a thick, almost solid, cold air gushed out.
As soon as the liquid cold air came into contact with the outside air, it immediately disintegrated into a thick mist that spread in all directions. The old dragon couldn't wait to move its mouth closer to the entrance of the cave and greedily absorbed the power of cold in the liquid form.
Strangely enough, as soon as the cold energy entered his body, the golden flames that were burning all over the old dragon's body were instantly extinguished. The blue cold energy once again dominated his entire body, and even the exposed dragon bones that were exposed after the ice crystals broke were covered in a layer of ice crystal armor after the cold air flowed through them.
However, along with the cold energy, an abnormally pale aura of death also entered his body.
The influx of these auras immediately caused the old dragon's originally vigorous life aura to become dull and decayed. Many of the blue and exquisite dragon bones instantly turned black and yellow, and a putrid aura unique to undead creatures immediately wrapped around Nax's soul.
As a once proud and majestic Giant Dragon, it had always loathed Undead Creatures!
But now, for the sake of greater power, it had no choice but to give up its pride and glory as a dragon, and throw itself into the arms of undead creatures. To Nax, who had always viewed glory as his life, this was undoubtedly a huge blow to his soul!
However, at this critical moment of life and death, it could no longer continue to be ignorant.
The old dragon Nax suddenly raised its nose and took a whiff. The violent and ferocious cold energy mixed with the sinister and terrifying energy of death frantically washed over its soul, doing its best to transform it into a form suitable for a super rank sacred tool.
If there were no external enemies invading, it could extend this transformation process to several hundred years. This way, the pain that the origin of its soul had to endure would be distributed over a long period of time.
But now, it did not have that much time, and could only risk its life to carry out the transformation!
This way, the risk of the transformation failing would increase drastically.
The old dragon Nax raised its neck and let out a long and mournful cry of pain. Its body, which had been blue a moment ago, was now rotting and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cold energy and the energy of death intertwined within its body, causing its body to rapidly turn black and brittle, as if it had been brushed with ink.
This kind of double transformation, from the physical body to the soul, was not something that ordinary people could endure.
Even the old dragon Nax could only desperately howl, using its mournful dragon cries to vent its indescribable and terrifying pain!
The mist continued to tremble.
Near the high platform, two strange figures slowly walked out, one on the left and one on the right.
They looked at the roaring dragon on the high platform, then at each other. Their eyes were filled with unconcealable greed and vigilance against a powerful enemy.
"I didn't expect you to hide so deeply …" Lich Congus on the left was the first to speak, "It seems that you have completely subdued the Holy Book of Wisdom. Otherwise, you wouldn't have such great power!"
Its scarlet soul fire glanced at the book-shaped magic tool in Grimm's hand, and its eyes were filled with deep regret.
If it had known that the Holy Book of Wisdom was so powerful, it would have taken down this fire man in the Morian Plane, even if both sides suffered heavy losses.
But it was too late to say anything now.
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