She widened her eyes, watching in disbelief as Ghidorah so easily summoned storms and lightning.
One must know that among all the gods, no one has yet truly controlled the authority of lightning, and even the Storm God has only barely touched upon its threshold.
The Cold God gazed at Ghidorah, the disdain in her eyes gradually disappearing, replaced by a new kind of scrutiny.
She realized that this giant dragon was by no means an ordinary beast; its displayed abilities and potential were enough to qualify it to become a god.
Even if it ultimately could not become a true god, Ghidorah would at least become a demigod, possessing incomparably powerful strength.
Thinking of this, the Cold God began to reconsider her attitude towards Rayder.
After all, from the current situation, Rayder already had the qualifications to converse with her as an equal.
A bow of ice appeared in the Cold God's hand; the previous Mystic Ice Spear was the limit of strength her body could exert, and it failed to kill Ghidorah, so she could only use magic to enhance its power.
Although she had seen the potential of Rayder and Ghidorah, it did not stop her from wanting to eliminate them now.
After all, only opponents who could survive had the right to equal dialogue and negotiation.
The weak had no right to bargain with the strong.
The ice bow in her hand slowly drew back, and a Mystic Ice arrow, condensed from pure magic, appeared.
Her gaze locked onto Ghidorah, surrounded by a hurricane, aiming for its heart.
Instantly, she released her hand, and the Mystic Ice arrow transformed into an ice-blue stream of light, piercing through the air.
The moment the ice arrow was shot, a circular airflow formed around it, spreading outwards.
Even the accumulated snow on the ground was cleared away in that instant, blown completely clean.
The ice-blue stream of light, at a speed barely discernible to the naked eye, instantly flew over a thousand meters, breaking through the hurricane's defense, and piercing through Ghidorah's body, creating a fist-sized transparent hole in its abdomen.
Ghidorah let out another pained roar; this time, the injury was more severe than before.
Its body began to sway, almost unable to maintain balance.
The hurricane also weakened significantly, revealing the scene beneath it.
Blood flowed profusely from Ghidorah's wound, but its vital signs and vitality did not decrease, and Ghidorah had no intention of abandoning Aegon.
It summoned an even more intense storm, spread its wings again, and tried to fly up, no longer being a sitting duck on the ground.
Its super regeneration ability was truly astonishing!
The severe injury on Ghidorah's body, the transparent hole, was recovering at an astonishing speed after it flew up.
Although the wound had not fully healed, it no longer bled, replaced by a large number of granulation tissues growing wildly at the wound site.
In just a few breaths, there was almost no trace of the wound visible on the surface.
The Cold God naturally noticed Ghidorah's terrifying recovery ability, and he couldn't help but frown.
To completely kill this three-headed dragon, he would have to go all out, using a large-scale Ice Magic to freeze it.
However, how easy was that?
Not to mention the immense magic power required, just how to restrain this flying monster had already become a thorny problem.
After all, the opponent had the ability to fly; to trap it, he would need other helpers to hold it back.
The Cold God's gaze quickly swept over the Night King nearby, sighing inwardly.
With the Night King's strength, he probably wouldn't be able to hold back this powerful three-headed dragon at all.
Helplessly, the Cold God once again drew the bowstring taut, condensing a large amount of Ice Magic within it, preparing to attempt to freeze Ghidorah with another strike.
As he moved, an ice-blue stream of light shot out like lightning, flying directly towards Ghidorah.
However, Ghidorah, already prepared, agilely dodged to the side, easily avoiding this fatal attack.
Its movements were so fluid, as if it had already anticipated the Cold God's next move.
The missed ice arrow sped away like lightning, carrying endless coldness and power, and at an astonishing speed, it fiercely struck the wall of The Great Wall.
In an instant, a dazzling light erupted where the ice arrow collided with the city wall, as if the entire world was frozen in that moment.
Immediately after, centered on the ice arrow, countless slender icicles gushed out like a fountain, rapidly spreading.
These icicles intertwined and entwined, and in the blink of an eye, a huge and magnificent ice flower bloomed on The Great Wall.
This ice flower, with a diameter of over 300 meters, towered over the 200-meter-high Great Wall, like an artistic masterpiece of ice sculpture, exuding breathtaking beauty.
However, this beauty was deadly. Centered on the ice flower, within a radius of a thousand meters, all the soldiers were instantly frozen into icicles.
Their bodies were stiff, their faces contorted, as if time had stopped flowing at that moment.
Even the wights outside The Great Wall were not spared, all of them frozen in place, losing their ability to move.
Rayder stood on the city wall, witnessing the scene of that section of the wall on the right being frozen, and a surge of awe and fear welled up in his heart.
He marveled at how immense the power of this move was, not only capable of inflicting devastating blows on enemies but also sparing no one, even allies.
At the same time, he secretly rejoiced that when he fought the Cold God last time, the Cold God had not used this move, otherwise he too would probably have been turned into an icicle.
And at this moment, the Cold God's right hand was shattered, and cold air slowly emerged from the wound.
Clearly, such an attack was not without cost for the Cold God; she herself bore considerable pressure.
However, despite being injured, the Cold God's gaze remained sharp, tightly locked on Ghidorah's direction.
Rayder, standing on the city wall, kept his eyes fixed on the direction from which the stream of light had come, calculating in his mind.
Based on the trajectory of that stream of light just now, he could roughly deduce the Cold God's location.
Rayder unhesitatingly took an iron arrow from the quiver on his back. He took a deep breath, mobilizing the powerful airflow within his body, making it rapidly spin and compress in his hand.
This powerful airflow tightly enveloped the arrow, as if endowing it with endless power.
The moment the compression of the airflow reached its limit, Rayder abruptly released his hand, shooting the arrow out like lightning.
The arrow spun rapidly in the air, like a small tornado, carrying unparalleled speed and power, rushing directly towards the direction of the Cold God.
Due to the extremely long distance, and coupled with Rayder not having seen the Cold God's exact location with his own eyes, he could only make a rough lock-on based on his earlier deduction.
Therefore, although this arrow was incredibly powerful, it ultimately only struck an Other to the left of the Cold God, exploding on its body.
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