As the spinning stone axe tearing through the air approached Ronan, it suddenly stopped mid-air a few meters in front of him without any warning.
It was as if an invisible and powerful hand in the air had firmly grasped the stone axe.
The icefield fell silent for a few seconds, and then the silence was broken by a slightly trembling voice.
"Wi..Wizard..."
The young Gall's face turned pale white, anxiously retreating in a direction away from Ronan, who now seemed even more terrifying than those starving Ice Plain Wolves that earlier wanted to devour him alive.
"Roar——"
Several Barbarians let out a roar in unison, advancing instead of retreating. Their hair and beards bristling, eyes bloodshot, they charged at Ronan, each exuding a sense of madness and an unyielding killing intent.
The air around Ronan gently rippled like water.
Suddenly, he vanished.
When he reappeared, it was without warning, standing right in front of the leading Barbarian.
