The cries of Yuris-An, the King of the North, swiftly turned into a roar. Moments later, a gale storm erupted outside the cavern, so fierce that conditions beyond five meters were instantly obscured. The howling wind whipped up a dense flurry of "snow feathers," filling every inch of space with swirling chaos. At the same time, an icy blue aura rapidly expanded, spreading outward along the ground. Wherever it passed, any object it touched instantly froze from below, forming intricate ice sculptures. In the midst of the storm, which was blurring both his vision and hearing, Caine’s mind instantly conjured vivid images of what was unfolding. He quickly bent his knees, drove his ankles firmly into the ground, and launched himself straight upward, allowing the icy blue aura to sweep past him. Meanwhile, Mobert Soloyasde, not particularly known for his combat prowess, found himself close to the expanding aura when it first appeared, leaving him no time to jump. At that very moment, his shoulders were seized and lifted, while a violent hurricane surged beneath his feet. The combined effect propelled him upward, lifting him passively and just in time, thus avoiding the fate of being encased in ice. Moberet turned his head and, as expected, saw Chastas, the elven singer, her face stern. Due to the prohibition of flight in this place, she could only glide forward, driven by the wind, slowly and steadily. Anderson, Edwenna, Snowman, and Longzeler each reacted promptly, leaping upward in time to avoid the attack without any dramatic mishap—except for the great giant Groserel, who had only just lifted his broad sword and freed himself from the snowdrift when he was struck by an icy blue aura. For a moment, he could not evade it, and his feet were touched by the force. Thick layers of ice surged upward instantly, and Groserel stood motionless, as if frozen in time, like a corpse preserved for ten thousand years. Ah! The dramatic blizzard obscured the vision of all the extraordinary beings, causing them to lose complete lock on the frost giant Yurisahn and forcing them to react defensively. At this moment, Snowman, still airborne, once again spread his arms and solemnly declared in ancient Hermes: "God says:无效!" The fierce blizzard suddenly subsided considerably, with both the violent gales and the dense snowflakes weakening or vanishing by nearly half. Glimpsing faintly, Chastel saw a massive, lizard-like face, a broken lance still partially embedded in the creature's forehead. Meanwhile, the Ice-Tyrant Yuris had seized the opportunity to close the distance between the two parties! Xathas did not panic. Suddenly, the wind shifted, pushing her and Moberet backward. At the same time, her lips, pale from the cold, opened, and in an ancient, stilted Elvish tongue, she sang: "Rocks shall be torn by waves; Great trees shall be uprooted by storms; Mountains shall be shattered by thunder..." Since each Elvish word carried rich meaning and the sentences were concise, these lines did not take much time from Xathas. Moreover, as soon as the first word began to emerge, carried by a graceful and strong melody, the wind in the blizzard began to change! The roaring gusts instantly grew chaotic, scattering in every direction. The towering form of "King of the North," Yurisahn, reappeared clearly before Cline and the others. By the time Xathas had sung her third word, Dronzel, the "Knight of Discipline," had extended his right hand and, in a deep, ancient Hymnese, began to speak: "Imprisoned!" In an instant, the frost giant dragon poised to collide with Chastel and Mobert froze mid-motion, as if layers of transparent walls had suddenly appeared around it. At the very moment Dralzel spoke, the "Mountains' Commander" Edwenna, whose eyes had just settled into a pale blue hue, suddenly had them turn dark, flowing within them a viscous substance resembling the accumulated malice of a living being's soul. With only a gentle grasp of her right palm, "King of the North" Yurisahn roared and stood upright, instantly shattering the containment effect. The dragon's deep indigo eyes were filled with bewilderment and pain, still immersed in the sudden surge of wild fury and brutality—though this had long been its usual state, the full eruption left it profoundly uncomfortable. Undoubtedly, it was a dragon of poor emotional control. Seizing the brief pause in Yurisahn's movement, Anderson Hude summoned a lance of blazing white flame in his hands and, with a forward step and a backswing, launched it forward. Having never checked the results, the strongest hunter's feet erupted in flames that coalesced into a liquid form. Swish! The blazing white lance struck precisely at the dragon's half-open mouth, swiftly melting through the thick crystalline scales and piercing through the upper jaw with remaining force. Yuris-ahn cried out again, then thrust her hind leg forward, launching herself bodily toward Anderson without regard for anything else. In her eyes, there was only this small creature that had inflicted such serious harm upon her! Crackle! The snow parted, and a deep, wide furrow was carved into the ground, stretching all the way to where Anderson had stood and beyond. Thud! The icy dragon, carrying immense momentum, crashed into a rock covered in thick ice, shattering its outer shell and cracking its inner layers. Should this impact have landed squarely on Anderson, the strongest hunter would have been reduced to pulp; even a mere brush would likely have claimed his life on the spot. Yet at some point in the ravine, where Anderson had originally stood, a vertical, downward-sweeping cavern had appeared—just the right size for a person to step through. Plump! One hand pressed against the mouth of the cavern, then firmly pushed, and the tallest hunter, with his hair disheveled, leapt out. After launching his flaming spear, instead of慌ly retreating, he immediately used his extraordinary ability to melt the accumulated snow beneath his feet and vaporize the soil, silently creating a moderately deep trench. Then, he sank fully into it, crouching low and perfectly avoiding the impact of the "King of the North." At that moment, a bright, pure beam of light descended and struck Grolser, swiftly melting the surface ice crystals on his body. With his attack, the monk Snowman had lifted the restrictions placed upon the giant guardian! The dawn light surged forth, and Grolser raised his great sword, advancing boldly toward the frost dragon, launching a series of furious slashes. Thump! Thump! Thump! Grosel's height was only one meter shorter than Yuris the Anomalous when standing upright, and his strength was equally impressive. Though he showed clear wobbling and retreated slightly with each successive impact from the opponent's forepaw, he quickly regained his footing, advanced again, and ensnared the foe. With the Giant Guardian shielding the front, the others managed to respond with greater ease and composure. Brother Snowman maintained his arms outstretched, a radiant halo of sunlight forming around him—this glow rapidly expanded outward, warming every companion present and instilling a strong sense of courage, while being precisely controlled to avoid the area near the "King of the North," where Chatais stood. Chatais' hair streamed out, drawing back her bow and launching one after another arrows seemingly forged from wind blades or lightning. Given the immense size of her target, each arrow found its mark, striking almost precisely at the same location—the shoulders of the frost giant dragon. Moberet Soloyasde worked in tandem with Groser, occasionally siphoning off the very idea that the "King of the North" was about to implement, causing brief moments of hesitation, and at times attempting to steal abilities—though with limited success. Anderson held his dark short sword, carefully maneuvering to the side as if targeting a specific area, while "The Enforcer" Longzer swung his iron-black straight sword, using the prohibitive decrees and imprisonments to support Groser in his combat against the frost giant. Without Longzer's presence, even if the giant were the "Protector," he would have been launched out of the way, suffering fatal trampling or breath attacks. Kline turned to Edwenna, then pointed to himself: "Invisibility!" He had no idea whether she could replicate this ability—should she fail, he would need to consider an alternative strategy. Edwenna didn't ask why—immediately, her pale blue, clear eyes reflected the figure of Germaine Sparrow, then lost all color, becoming transparent. Klein's body followed, fading and dissolving into transparency. Checking his condition, Klein hurried toward the fiercely clashing dragon and giant, rolling into position at the left hind leg of the "King of the North." Then, while carefully avoiding the stomps from Yurius' combat movements, he used the already-activated visual of the "Spirit Thread" to extend and manipulate the network of ethereal black filaments. Next, he rolled and leaped at intervals, seeking safe spaces beneath and around the frost dragon. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! A series of silver lightning arrows and pure jade wind blades fell within the compact area, shattering crystalline armor plates and tearing at the resilient hide. Soon, the frost dragon's right shoulder turned a pale blue, and its forelimb movements showed a noticeable lag. The knight of retribution, Longzher, keenly perceived this. After a sidestep to evade the icy-blue breath, he pointed to the spot and solemnly declared in ancient Hermes: "Death!" With a soft *pffft*, the area on Yuiris' right shoulder, where pale blue blood had flowed, instantly shriveled, tearing open to reveal translucent bones. At that moment, Edwennara produced a yellow-bronze mirror about the size of a palm, reflecting Yuiris' body into its surface. With a swift reach of her right hand, she plunged directly into the mirror, grasping the image within, then pulled it with a firm tear. The wound on Yuiris' body suddenly expanded dramatically and began spreading, as if the dragon were about to lose an entire forelimb. Yuiris emitted a piercing, agonized cry, lifting its body upright, standing on two legs. A luminous glow, nearly pale blue, surged forth from within the great dragon, causing the temperature in the surrounding hundred-meter radius to plummet sharply, accompanied by an almost unbearable sensation. In an instant, all the extraordinary ones seemed to have been frozen in place for a long time, their bodies chilled to the extreme, stiffening and uncontrollably trembling. Chastel was like this, Moberet was like this, Edwenna was like this, Klein was like this, and so were Grolser, Andersen, and Longzeler. Only the seasoned monk Snowman, who had endured countless trials of icy cold, managed to move with some effort. He kept his arms spread, half-closed his eyes, and spoke solemnly: "God loves all people!" The sunlight pierced through the wind and snow, bringing warmth that began to melt the stiffness. Thwack! Jurisian launched a paw that sent Grolser flying, knocking the giant guardian's chest inward and causing a serious wound. It momentarily ignored the others and charged directly at the monk Snowman, colliding with him at high speed. Snowman was left unprotected... he was now moving out of my five-meter range. Klein's body remained stiff, watching the scene unfold, and a strong impulse surged within him to turn around, rush into the cave, pray to himself, and then respond to the gray mist with the "God of the Sea's Staff." At that very moment, a bright red fireball burst ahead of the frost giant, landing precisely beside the monk and then exploding with force, sending him flying. This was from the strongest hunter, Anderson. At the same time, Edwena also summoned a fireball, hurling it toward behind Yuris' back, though it seemed she had no intention of hitting him. She was creating a path of fiery flashes for Klein! She had learned from Daniz that Germain Sparo possessed this very ability.