They all call me Great Master

Chapter 224 Strike of the Ice Spear, Snow Drifts Among the World!

Beneath the raging wind, trees bent at the waist.Amidst the dancing of withered grass, a massive body blocked the clear moonlight.

A shadow appeared overhead, shielding the members of the Death Poetry Society, Freeman, and Amiel.

Instinctively, the three of them looked up.

Then, in the next moment—

Their pupils shrank rapidly.

A bat!

A bat so huge it was unimaginable!

The usually composed member of the Death Poetry Society, upon seeing those giant bat wings, scanning over its sharp hooked claws and sturdy skeletal armor, could no longer remain calm. His eyes involuntarily widened, and he could not help but exclaim—

"Blood Bat!"

Amid the cries of alarm, the expression of the Death Poetry Society's member darkened.

For he saw the 'Blood Descendant' on the back of the 'Blood Bat.'

Having met him once before, but without pleasant exchanges, the 'Blood Descendant' stood on the 'Blood Bat,' observing him indifferently.

At that moment, the cries of 'Father, save me!' were still echoing in his ears.

The wind that blew across his face felt like a slap.

It made the cheeks of the Death Poetry Society's member burn.

However, what concerned this member of the Death Poetry Society even more was what this 'Blood Bat' was all about—back then, they had clearly assembled a large number of people, not caring about losses, they had killed all four 'Blood Bats,' so why did one appear here again?

The member of the Death Poetry Society furrowed his brows.

And on the opposite side—

Thump!

Amiel, holding Freeman, just kneeled down.

This lady of Talin origin, without hesitation, opened her mouth and said.

"The secret technique Bloodfire was one of the rewards 'Talin' received for helping Baron Norvia treat leprosy patients in his domain, beyond 'Talin's' own re

Everything was shattered!

Including the 'White Silence' and the member of the 'Death Poetry Society' himself.

However, the opponent didn't die!

Like a cicada shedding its skin, he used a secret technique to escape the range of the 'Blood Bat's' ultrasonic waves before they could shatter everything.

But that didn't mean he was safe.

He felt the chill!

Whoo!

A cold wind from the far north was gathering behind him, a frigid Cold Aura rampaged through the dense forest of the lane. A thin layer of frost began to cover the flowers, trees, mud, and bricks that had just been crushed. The 'Blood Bat' that still breathed a little screamed wildly under these familiar low temperatures.

And the temperature kept dropping, seemingly without end.

Even, snowflakes began to flutter in the sky.

Snowflakes landed on Amiel's body. The lady kneeling on the ground shuddered violently and quietly raised her head to look at the 'Blood Descendant,' her eyes almost palpably filled with terror.

This lady swore to throw all those who gathered this intelligence into a pigsty.

'Is this what you call 'controllable'?'

'The opponent is already at the 'Arcana' level that can affect celestial phenomena, still 'controllable'?

Damn it! Damn it!

You bunch of incompetent fools, you've killed people!

No!

Not the opponent, it is the master!

Master, your loyal servant, Amiel, is praying for your victory, that you are invincible in battle, unstoppable in offense!'

Amiel's entire figure bent lower, her buttocks sticking out higher.

As a mere Mystic Side Person faced with a being of the 'Arcana' level, why not be a bit more humble? If not for the circumstances, she would crawl over to lick her master's toes, an act others couldn't even fathom. All she needed was for her master to protect her for a long life.

At this moment, the kneeling Freeman totally ignored Amiel.

'Blood Descendant' watched this scene with fervor.

Yes!

This was it!

This is the 'father's' power!

Destroying everything effortlessly!

Symphonies of wailing!

Chaotic and terrifying sonatas!

"Haha, too enthralling!"

Freeman laughed uncontrollably, his body sprawling on the ground, but nothing prevented the loud laughter from escaping, his mouth, wide open from laughing, his tongue wildly flapping.

He savored the snowflakes falling from the sky.

He physically felt the power of the cold.

His laughter grew even more wild.

Members of the 'Death Poetry Society' looked on in disbelief.

"Impossible! Impossible!

How could you possibly achieve the 'Arcana' level?"

The opponent's shouting, 'Blood Descendant' heard.

Freeman's wild laughter, 'Blood Descendant' also heard.

The 'Blood Descendant' paid no attention, simply raising his hand.

Suddenly, a crystal clear ice spear, two meters in length, appeared in his hand. 'Blood Descendant' gently touched the ice spear. Memories flooded his eyes, glowing crimson. A faint sadness then appeared on 'Blood Descendant's' face.

Although it vanished in an instant, those who were observant saw it.

And while these people were lost in thoughts—

The Ice Spear shot out!

In that moment, ice and snow covered the earth!