"Yoooo~~~~~~!"
The Ice Morning White Dragon let out a long chant, extending its magnificent main wings like the mythical phoenix of ice and snow.
An icy chill spread from its snowy feathers, sweeping through the chaotic forest like a storm, the evaporating cold water visibly quickening into rock-solid frost!
"Creak creak creak~~~~~~~~~~~"
Trees froze, rocks froze, a blanket of white frost overtook the Gold-plated Fire Dragon's surge of heat waves, even turning the water snakes entwined around the dragon into hoops of ice!
The hooped frost firmly clamped around the Gold-plated Fire Dragon like shackles, rendering it unable to rise.
Teacher Duan Lan glanced at Zhu Minglang with a slight trace of delight on his face.
Seizing the rare opportunity, Ke Bei took a few steps back, extended his left hand towards the ground, palm down, and opened his own Spirit Realm.