Crippling Strike -100 million!
Damage Mitigated!
Damage Reflected -10 million!
Molten Shield erupted in a burst of crimson light, sending a portion of the impact right back at King Arthur.
"You suffered a crippling strike: -3 million!"
Orson spat blood. Even with his double-layered damage reduction, his health hadn't fully recovered—one slap had nearly ended him right there on the riverbank.
In the next instant, he forced himself upright and looked toward Crimson Lizard King, still struggling in midair.
Across the way, Giant Jack let out a roar of rage, driving his fist toward Crimson Lizard King like a falling star.
Orson's face darkened, eyes burning with fury. "I fucking said it: anyone who harms my beast dies!"
He exhaled long and slow. The air, once oppressively hot, rapidly chilled.
Frost raced across his skin, forming a dazzling suit of ice crystal armor.
His eyes turned deep blue, and even his staff took on an eerie azure glow.
