Chapter 159: Pseudo! Frozen World

"Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!..."

Countless pitch-black wind blades crashed frantically against Weir's Ice Guardian, erupting in a series of sharp, explosive sounds. As if that were not enough, the Poison Wolf-Horse Spider seemed dead set on shattering Weir's defense. Pushing off with its three pairs of spider legs—each over two meters long—it propelled its body into the air, belly downward. Weir clearly caught sight of its razor-sharp mandibles. The upper and lower mandibles continuously opened and closed, producing a grinding, scalp-tingling, and grating noise.

With just a light bound, the Poison Wolf-Horse Spider leaped seven or eight meters high. Suspended in mid-air, its two sets of mandibles suddenly opened simultaneously. The upper pair of mandibles on its head spat out a pitch-black sickle blade, while the pair on its lower abdomen did the exact same thing. However, the sickle blade from the top curved from left to right, whereas the one from the lower abdomen curved from right to left.

The very instant those two sickle blades manifested, Weir's perception immediately sensed a wave of extremely intense dark aura and sharp wind-attribute energy emanating from them. Clearly, this Poison Wolf-Horse Spider was preparing to unleash its unique, lethal attack. Every magical beast possessed its own signature attack, and the higher its rank, the more terrifying that fatal strike would be—much like the Crimson Flame Burst of the Crimson Flame Great Violent Bear, its power was truly extraordinary!

It's actually the Spiral Dark Blade!

A sense of foreboding rose in Weir's heart. He naturally recognized what those two pitch-black sickle blades were. They were the Poison Wolf-Horse Spider's ultimate trump card. Just like the Crimson Flame Burst of the Crimson Flame Great Violent Bear, the Spiral Dark Blade could be said to be the absolute most lethal attack of the Poison Wolf-Horse Spider! He hastily retreated backward, while the dozens of fire swallows and ice bats that had been fluttering around him immediately swarmed in front of him. At Weir's mental command, they instantly formed a defensive shield transformed from ice and fire.

"Whoosh!"

The Poison Wolf-Horse Spider released its grip on both sets of mandibles, and the two sickle blades—each over two meters long—transformed into two pitch-black half-moon blades in mid-air. They orbited each other, continuously emitting harsh sonic waves. These were no ordinary sonic waves; they were infused with dark-attribute hallucinatory sound waves designed to erode human thought and control the human spirit.

Watching the Spiral Dark Blade rapidly approach, Weir immediately waved the divine staff in his hand. A faint golden-yellow glow flashed into existence, almost perfectly covering the surface of his body, instantly purging the sound-wave effects of the Spiral Dark Blade completely. Yet, against the strongest attack of a Gold-tier Poison Wolf-Horse Spider, Weir dared not show the slightest shred of carelessness, even though he was currently in his weakest state!

"Stone Guard of Ice!"

"Tooth Shield of Ice!"

Casting two consecutive ice-type defenses, which combined with the Ice Guardian and the Ice-Fire Defense Shield to form four layers of the most solid defense, Weir perfectly protected his body within them. At that moment, the Poison Wolf-Horse Spider's Spiral Dark Blade finally descended, and in a mere fraction of a second, it smashed right through the foremost Ice Guardian defense!

"Bang!"

The Ice-Fire Defense Shield was shattered almost in the blink of an eye, transforming into countless sparks and debris that scattered wildly in all directions.

And looking at the Spiral Dark Blade, its speed remained unreduced! Its power remained unabated!

"Bang!"

The Stone Guard of Ice was blasted directly through with a huge hole. The four crystalline defensive ice pillars didn't even have time to detonate before they were pierced straight through and shattered by the Spiral Dark Blade!

True to its reputation as the ultimate attack of a Gold-tier Poison Wolf-Horse Spider, the Spiral Dark Blade could still unleash such terrifying power even during the extremely vulnerable period of metamorphosis. After shattering three layers of Weir's defenses in succession, its momentum remained undiminished. One can only imagine what horrifying power its Spiral Dark Blade would unleash if Weir were to encounter it at the height of its prime!

Seeing the unstoppable, bamboo-splitting momentum of the Spiral Dark Blade, Weir understood that his final Tooth Shield of Ice could by no means block its attack. As for defenses of other attributes? Hell! Given Weir's current level, aside from fire-attribute magic, which attribute possessed magic higher than the ice attribute? Perhaps fire-type magic was even a tier higher than ice-type magic, but when it came to defense, ice-attribute defense was clearly superior to fire-attribute defense!

Gritting his teeth, Weir suddenly stretched out his arm and bit down hard on his palm. Fresh blood immediately welled up, staining his five fingers crimson. Gazing at his blood-soaked hand, Weir immediately projected a trace of perception into his sea of consciousness. The residual magical power within the ice-type magic core surged entirely into his palm under his control. At that moment, the blood on Weir's hand began to undergo a transformation. Although the bright red blood continuously exuded wisps of freezing cold aura, it did not freeze into solid ice; instead, it began to circulate according to a certain order, rapidly forming a small magical pattern upon Weir's palm. Right in the very center of those magical patterns was precisely the character for "Ice"!

"Frozen World!"

Silvery-white flashes of brilliant light suddenly crossed Weir's eyes. With a fierce roar, he pressed his blood-stained palm down upon the crescent-like sickle blade of the divine staff. As his mind shifted, the entire divine staff instantly erupted with a dazzling, crystalline radiance!

"Freeze!"

The moment those two words escaped Weir's lips, the temperature of the entire surroundings seemed to plummet to the freezing point. Waves of bone-chilling, piercing cold winds continuously radiated from Weir's body. Crystalline frost spread relentlessly, and within the span of a breath, everything within a three-meter radius centered on Weir was frozen into ice sculptures—shrubs, gravel, plants, and even a tender leaf drifting down from mid-air immediately turned into a solid lump of ice upon entering the three-meter zone, dropping to the ground with a crisp "clack."

The spread of the freezing frost began to slow down, finally halting completely at the five-meter mark. Though it had spread for a mere five meters, within those five meters, every single thing had instantly transformed into ice sculptures, becoming a part of this Frozen World. The crystal-clear light continuously shimmering from the ice sculptures served as a constant testament to how they differed from the surrounding scenery. Although the season had not yet reached autumn or winter, Weir had stubbornly turned the land within those five meters into a polar region filled with ice and snow! He himself stood right there in place, while the bone-chilling cold winds howled ceaselessly, constantly revolving around Weir as their core. It gave one the illusion that he was the very center of this frozen world!

Ignoring rank, ignoring attributes, ignoring incantations—these were Weir's three proudest capitals. Ignoring incantations allowed Weir to cast magic at will at any time and in any place; even if the incantation for that spell was agonizingly long, Weir could simply disregard it. Ignoring attributes meant that Weir possessed a seven-attribute magical constitution, enabling him to cast magic of any attribute at will. And ignoring spells' rank meant that, apart from forbidden spells, Weir could unleash any magic regardless of rank. Of course, this disregard was not omnipotent; for instance, this Frozen World—had Weir been in his prime, a single casting of Frozen World could have frozen hundreds of kilometers in an instant, truly deserving of the name Frozen World. At present, however, with Weir's limited magical power, although he could still cast a high-tier spell like Frozen World, its effect naturally could not compare to the true Frozen World. Generally speaking, the Frozen World Weir had just cast could only be considered a counterfeit copy.

Even so, the power displayed by the Frozen World was undeniably astonishing. The moment the Poison Wolf-Horse Spider's Spiral Dark Blade broke through the defense of the Tooth Shield of Ice, it entered directly into the range of the Frozen World.

"Crack!"

As soon as the swift and violent Spiral Dark Blade came into contact with the swirling frost filling the air, it immediately began to freeze. Although its speed remained blindingly fast, within a mere moment, the Spiral Dark Blade was completely frozen into a massive disc of ice. Weir looked on with cold eyes as the ice disc approached him. With just a gentle wave of the divine staff in his hand, tens of thousands of ice spears suddenly burst forth from the entire Frozen World, every single one of them stabbing relentlessly toward the ice disc. With a crisp "pop" sound, before the Spiral Dark Blade could even approach within three meters of Weir, it was thoroughly smashed into a shower of scattered fragments!

Such a sudden turn of events was clearly something the Poison Wolf-Horse Spider had not anticipated. Nearly every magical beast possessed a keen premonition of danger. At that very moment, the Poison Wolf-Horse Spider finally realized that the human before it was not an opponent it could currently handle, and it instantly chose to retreat. Yet, how could Weir possibly let it succeed? Who could be certain whether this Poison Wolf-Horse Spider had left other secret tunnels within its lair? If he let it escape just like that, wouldn't all the efforts he had made up to this point be in vain?

Thinking of this, Weir immediately waved his magic wand. The single Frozen World had completely exhausted all of his ice-attribute magical power, but that mattered little to him. Had he not already laid dense traps all around the spider's lair? And even if those traps proved useless, did Weir not still possess magical power of other attributes? He had to remember that Weir's fire-attribute magic had reached the level of a Third-Tier Mage, making it even stronger than his ice-type magic!