The people Zayne had locked onto suddenly felt a chill crawl up their spines.
It felt like being stared at by an ancient apex beast.
Just like Fireball, Ice Whirl was an extremely ordinary skill.
Normally, it condensed a sharp spiral ice lance that spun forward and pierced a target.
But in Zayne's hands, Ice Whirl underwent a complete transformation.
Massive ice spires formed in midair.
Each one was hundreds of feet thick, sharp and translucent like crystal pillars.
Bone freezing cold radiated outward.
They spun at high speed, merging into a colossal ice vortex.
Like a gigantic frozen top, it roared forward with annihilating force.
It swept straight toward Garen and his stunned group.
"How is this possible?"
"How can Ice Whirl have this kind of power?"
"This makes no sense."
"And why can he use both fire and ice magic?"
Garen was completely dumbfounded.
He immediately activated his Angel Paladin class.
A radiant golden holy shield rose in front of him.
