Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Chapter 651: Thorn Ripple

Even Ethan, with his exceptionally powerful soul perception, had failed to notice the moment Misril had completed the spell.

There had been no grand accumulation of mana, and no dazzling magical fluctuations.

The spell had simply appeared at the exact moment it was needed, its razor-thin, frighteningly sharp wind blade cutting through the heron’s neck with frightening precision.

This wasn’t merely evidence of powerful control over the wind element.

It also revealed considerable combat experience.

Misril clearly wasn’t the kind of scholarly mage who spent most of his time studying magic in isolation and then demonstrated his abilities through carefully arranged and controlled magical duels.

He was a warrior mage.

However, Ethan had no time to dwell upon it.

His soul sense was already expanding rapidly across the surrounding plains.

His expression changed as he realized something

"There are more."

Without another word, he withdrew the massive ice-blue broadsword from his spatial ring.

The moment the weapon appeared, rich ice mana surged from his body violently through its blade.

Then, with a powerful roar, Ethan drove the broadsword deep into the frozen ground beneath his feet.

BOOM!

The surrounding ice cracked violently.

Blue veins of mana spread beneath the frozen earth in every direction like rapidly growing roots.

Within an instant, they expanded into a radius of nearly a hundred meters.

Then, the entire snowfield exploded.

Hundreds of razor-sharp ice spikes burst upward simultaneously.

Unlike ordinary area-of-effect spells that indiscriminately destroyed everything around them, these spikes curved and adjusted their trajectories with astonishing precision.

They completely ignored Ethan’s companions.

Instead, every single spike targeted only living enemies that had surrounded them silently using their ability to become invisible.

One after another, monstrous shrieks echoed across the plains.

Invisible figures were violently impaled before their concealment completely failed.

Blue blood sprayed into the air, and gigantic blue herons suddenly appeared everywhere.

One...

Three...

Six...

Ten...

At least ten of the monstrous birds struggled violently as countless ice spikes pierced straight through their bodies.

The more they struggled, the thicker the surrounding ice became.

Dense frost rapidly spread over their wings, necks, and legs before completely encasing them.

Within only a few breaths, the once violent monsters had transformed into towering blue ice statues.

Silence returned to the snowfield, making Erius and Aria stare blankly at the battlefield before him.

Their hearts pounded violently at this terrifying and efficient display of power.

If Misril’s display had been expected, this spell had blown them away.