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Hoo hoo.
The cold wind of the night blew, sharper than during the day, stabbing like steel knives into the gaps of the armor.
But Russell had already become a Phantom Beast Knight, endowed with Prime Breath; to him, such cold blades were merely a bit of chilliness.
Sha, sha, sha...
Walking on the snow, the day's accumulation had hardened into a sand-like rigidity, producing a fine crunch with each step.
On a few hastily erected ice sculpture watchtowers, Knights stood guard against the cold wind.
In truth, with a Shadowflame Dragon here, no Snow Demon or Snow Ghost would dare come close, and that Snow Giant Da, having fled miles away and lost an arm, would definitely not dare to make a comeback anytime soon—the Torrential Flood Dragon hadn't left yet!
The night was pitch-black.
Quietly, Russell had already approached the Shadowflame Dragon. Facing the mountain-like colossal beast, he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous.