The Ice Dragon descended from the heavens, its form as immense as a mountain range, spanning several miles, with cold air surrounding it, almost freezing the void. Each scale seemed carved from millennia-old mysterious ice, and a sharp bluish-white cold light flashed between the edges, layer upon layer, trembling slightly in the rushing wind, emitting a crisp clash like gold and iron.
The most terrifying were the edges of those scales, where razor-sharp ice froze like blades. An icy ferocity churned in its pupils, while the ice armor around its eyes sunk inward, sketching out a fierce outline.
The dragon's claw reached down, its tips curved like hooks, tearing out long fissures in the void, its world-shattering power seemingly ready to crush Chen Yuan along with his spear in its grasp.
Chen Yuan suddenly suffered karmic fire, a severe pain assaulted him, his face fierce, a roar like muffled thunder emitted from his throat, he swung his spear fiercely at the dragon's claw.
