Chapter 337
The pack watched as Korak summoned his ice magic, drawing moisture from the atmosphere around them. His movements were slow at first, deliberate, as he condensed the moisture into small patches of frost in midair. Gradually, these patches grew into solid plates of ice, connected by shimmering bridges.
"We’re not leaping like the Mermen, and we’re not flowing like the Ripple Clan," Korak explained, his voice steady and determined. "We’ll run through the sky on a highway of ice."
The pack members grinned, their fangs gleaming. This was the kind of bold, reckless strategy they thrived on.
"Now!" Korak barked, and the werewolves sprang into action. With a roar, Korak leaped forward, landing on the first plate of ice he had created. The moment his feet touched it, more ice shot out ahead, forming a bridge from one floating island to another. It wasn’t just a path—Korak was building a road made entirely of ice, reinforced with the werewolves’ elemental magic. As each wolf landed on the frozen surface, the ice crackled and expanded, growing beneath their feet as they dashed forward.
Meanwhile, in the front, you would think the Harpies or the Zephyr Clan would have reached the flag by now. But surprisingly, neither had gotten close.
Just like everyone else, they were also surprised at their progress. This all stems from the fact that they had turned the Sky Zone into an even more hostile environment than the Earth Zone before it.
Those further back hadn’t yet noticed the changes, but as they got closer, they would. Now, back to the startled godlings—both the Harpies and the Zephyr Clan were used to combat and using their abilities to fight. However, this was the first time they were forced to use their powers for something other than combat.
As for the members of the Zephyr Clan, they had always considered themselves the weakest of all the Apeling clans. All they had was wind, which made them faster or sharper when cutting something down. Only their leader, Zephyr, had shown a wider range of abilities, such as pulling the breath from someone’s lungs, leaving them dead, or creating a bubble with no air and altering the weather. While these were abilities most in the clan could only dream of mastering at higher stages, Large weather manipulation was thought impossible for any Zephyr clan member aside from their leader.
In the Earth Zone, to keep the Harpies from getting ahead, the Zephyr Clan had been forced to improvise. The only solution they could come up with to hinder the Harpies’ flight was to create an environment so hostile it would disrupt their wings.