1059 Unexpected Success (1/2)

Some of the Resonance- and Inherited-Level disciples made their moves.

Garen even saw Blue Pole Star and another pretty, fair woman leading a group of the disciples each, and soon they had killed several giant black apes, quickly calming down the chaotic situation.

”How dare you attack our Blue Frost Sect headquarters! When the Sect Master returns, that will be the day you die!”

That fair lady spoke, magnifying her voice, and instantly stabilizing the chaos.

Many people rushed toward her quickly, and gathered together.

There were more and more powerhouses from the Blue Frost Sect, all gathered in one place, and they instantly formed a huge force, killing more than ten giant black apes in an instant.

”Dragon Pulse Freeze! Frost Descent!”

Abruptly, a voice came from the ground beneath them.

Under the leadership of Great Senior Sister and Blue Pole Star, everyone in the Blue Frost Sect actually formed a large circular formation, emitting a vicious blue chill.

The enormous chill actually formed a terrifying blue dragon head, almost a hundred meters tall, in mid-air, the giant and ferocious dragon jaws chomping down hard toward Carthage and the others.

Before the terrifying force even reached them, an intense chill had begun to rise from their feet.

Garen felt as though that gigantic blue dragon head was staring at him, a terrifying power that far transcended Non-Falling Level locking onto him from mid-air.

Many layers of ice began to rise from his feet, passing his calves, his groin, and freezing their way up his abdomen.

He was extremely shocked, but right now, none of his techniques or powers could stop this terrifying freezing. As soon as any of his power touched this freezing power, it was instantly converted into nothing, as though it had never been there.

Within a few seconds, half of his body had been encased in ice.

”A Level-Eight Engraved Formation? That's vaguely Interesting.” Carthage was also currently in the midst of freezing, but his lips were curved in a sarcastic smile.

Slowly, he raised one hand, and grabbed toward the sky, his arm straight as an arrow.

”Storm!”

Brr…

In an instant, the sky turned dark.

Countless black clouds spun and formed a giant whirlpool that was several thousand meters tall, the eye of the whirlpool looking like a tunnel of darkness that headed toward another world.

With an explosive rumble, all of a sudden, a giant hand that was almost a thousand meters wide reached out from inside. The giant hand had fair skin, and its surface was covered with tiny silver scales. It spread open its fingers, lightly pressing down with its palm.

The blue dragon shattered, as though it had been forcefully compressed and exploded from the pressure, instantly turning into countless shards of ice.

There was no sound, just endless tremors.

Garen felt as though an arm like a heavenly pillar had landed in front of him, crashing hard into the ground. All of the light before his eyes had been covered by that arm, and he could even see the palm-sized silver scales on the arm. They were dense and emitted a smell like sulfur. The whole arm was like a giant wall that had fallen down from the sky.

The powerful current swirled around the arm, and began to spread in all directions, blowing ripples through the force field surrounding Garen.

With a crisp crashing sound, the giant arm abruptly shattered, like glass, and was instantly blown into countless silver shards, vanishing in the air.

The black clouds scattered, and it was a complete mess below them now.

Garen suppressed his shock, and looked down.

At least half of the buildings in the crescent city had been destroyed, and as a result of the destruction from that one palm, the Blue Frost Sect had also sustained severe casualties.

A demonic smile curved Carthage's lips, and thanks to this aura of his, his originally plain face now seemed deep and horrifying.

”Go.”

He spoke calmly.

Whoosh!

Four blood-red figures abruptly appeared beside him, and Garen had no idea where they had been hiding. All four of them wore long blood-red robes, the hems of their robes flickering with shard-like shadows as they descended, but strangely, even though the ends of their robes kept shattering off, their robes never got any shorter.

The four blood-red robes said nothing, dashing straight downward.

Whoosh!

Garen gripped his sword hilt tightly, he had not noticed the four figures at all.

He stood alone, high in the sky, and watched as the four blood-red robes dashed into the crowd it was completely a one-sided massacre. The heavily-injured Great Senior Sister from the Blue Frost Sect and Blue Pole Star were holding back one blood-red robe each, but no one could match up to the remaining two. All the attacks seemed to go through them rather than landing on them, as though they were merely illusions.

And anyone they brushed again would break out into red flames all over, instantly turning into some white skeletons that crumpled onto the ground.

”Garen.” Carthage's voice came from beside Garen.

Garen turned his face to look at this mysterious and powerful man.

”Blue Pole Star is yours,” said Carthage with a small smile, a red cross vaguely appearing in the middle of his brow.

”Yes.”

Garen lowered his head.

In that instant, a similar red cross shot into the air before him, spinning in mid-air.

Garen reached out his hand to grab the cross, and lightly wound it over his arm using the black zip he had brought by himself as a rope. Now it's a black circle.

”This is our side's symbol, don't attack your comrades if you see this.”