At the same time, atop a towering icy mountain not far from the battlefield.
The Cold Snake coiled at the peak of the ice-mountain, its body covered in dark blue scales that shone with a metallic coldness in the snowlight.
Behind it, a dense pack of fierce beasts stood silently, frozen in the biting cold wind like sculptures.
Its scarlet vertical pupils locked onto the distant, surging insect swarm, pupils narrowing into a dangerous slit—
—though it had lived for ages, this was the first time it had encountered such bizarre and terrifying creatures.
Despite this sea of insects, no single insect could possibly be its match.
Even those two insect leaders, who had taken human form and reached Totem Level in aura, if it were one-on-one combat, the Cold Snake had absolute confidence to tear them apart.
Yet…
When they gathered in such numbers, transforming into an endless black tide, the Cold Snake felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, so heavy it was suffocating.
