The ground cracked open beneath Victor's palm as he slammed down his Frost Bloom Palm, unleashing the technique at its fullest extent.
A thunderclap of cold qi burst outward in an expanding wave, washing over the molten battlefield. The effect was immediate.
Dozens of Drakenars whose bodies burned like molten furnaces with glowing orange scales as if carved straight from volcanic rock, froze mid-roar.
Their molten blood hissed into hardened obsidian as sheets of frost raced across their rough hides.
Victor didn't give them time to recover.
He flung his legacy sword outward while attaching Void Qi to it like invisible threads.
He flicked his fingers to the side and the weapon responded instantly, spinning like a storm-tossed wheel through the air.
Its silver arc cut seven Drakenars cleanly across their throats, causing molten ichor to spray like broken geysers.
Their bodies collapsed in synchronized thuds before the sword whistled back into Victor's hand.
