Chapter 367: Time to pay
Storm launched himself forward with every ounce of power he possessed, lightning and ice fusing around his form as he closed the distance between them. The wyvern’s claws extended, each talon crackling with electrical energy as they carved through the air toward Kruel’s transformed chest.
The impact never came.
Kruel’s hand shot out, catching Storm’s foreclaw in mid-strike. The wyvern’s momentum, enough to demolish a mountain, was stopped as if he’d flown into an immovable wall. The three-horn—now four-horn—didn’t even take a step backward.
"Too slow," Kruel said with casual disappointment.
His free fist drove upward, connecting with Storm’s jaw in an uppercut that sent shockwaves rippling through the frozen landscape. The sound was like artillery fire, and Storm’s massive head snapped back so violently that vertebrae cracked audibly.
But Kruel wasn’t finished. Still holding Storm’s claw, he pivoted and hurled the two-ton wyvern through the air like a child throwing a doll. Storm’s body carved a trench three hundred feet long through the ice before finally coming to rest against what had once been a cliff face.
The wyvern struggled to his feet, shaking his head to clear the stars from his vision. Blood streamed from his muzzle, and one of his electric blue eyes was swollen nearly shut. But he was far from defeated.
Storm’s wings spread wide, and the air filled with ice constructs—not the twenty-seven he’d summoned before, but nearly a hundred smaller ones. They swarmed around Kruel like angry wasps, each one shaped like a miniature version of the wyvern himself.
"Clever," Kruel acknowledged, watching the crystalline creatures circle him. "But I’m afraid quantity won’t make up for the quality gap."
He moved like missle.
Boom!!!
His fists cutting through the air with speeds that turned natural laws guiding motion into a polite suggestion. The first dozen ice constructs exploded into powder before they could even register his presence. The second wave lasted slightly longer—perhaps a full second—before they too were reduced to glittering debris.