"Good! Good! Big talk, I wouldn't mind slaughtering you then as the stronger one," the Frost Demon Wyrm's tone grew colder as the surrounding mass of seawater chilled and sealed itself with a horrid ice aura.
Even her opponents couldn't help but wear a grim look.
Nan Feihong gripped his heavy hammer, his knuckles turning white as the handle frosted over. He glanced toward his companions through the thickening slush of the deep.
"Ye Xiaofeng, brace yourself! The creature's temperature is fluctuating wildly. If she detonates that aura, our barriers won't hold!"
Ye Xiaofeng swung his silver staff in a wide arc, shattering a stray shard of ice that drifted too close. "I can see that, Nan Feihong! My staff is already vibrating from the pressure. Li Yitian, where is your support? We need the soul dampeners now!"
Li Yitian, the Seventh Level Advanced Mage, wiped a bead of sweat from his brow that threatened to freeze instantly.
