Cold
It happened all at once.
Liam shot the giant ball of Chaos downward.
SHHHHH!
It shrieked as it entered the depths of the sandworm's circular mouth, lighting it as it fell all the way down.
The Abyssal Needles were much, much faster. It had to be, after Liam made dozens of improvements to it.
They hissed upwards through the air like streaks of umbral light, two of them slipping deep into the wyvern's mouth, while the other three aimed at its body.
Then came the carp's turn.
Tendrils emerged from Liam's back and curled around the punch, propelling Liam forward with all four Blades in hand, ripping through flesh and carving a nasty trail of grime.
Liam's Corruption had unique properties, in the sense that he had to constantly maintain contact with it.
He couldn't shoot it like Chaos or manipulate it in special ways like darkness, but the least he could do was stretch and extend it.
It worked like a charm.