บท 927: Ice Make Wings

But Ren, ever confident and composed, scoffed at their feeble attempts. He saw through their bravado, their futile struggle to overpower him. The blue glow that enveloped his body now converged, intensifying, focusing its energy into his fist. It crackled with raw power, promising destruction in its wake.

With an explosive burst of energy, Ren unleashed his devastating counterattack. His fist, wreathed in a blinding blue radiance, collided with the centaur and the orc simultaneously. The impact was cataclysmic, a shockwave that reverberated through the battlefield. The monsters, once filled with arrogance, were reduced to nothing more than mere particles of dust.