Wrath of winter (1)

A Crimson light enveloped the entire city of extreme cold. The temperature rose, the air distorted, and the scene of flames filling the sky was like the end of the world.

how is this possible? what kind of ability is this? "

The flames that filled the sky were reflected in Barton's pitch-black eyes. His face twitched violently, and he looked distorted.

Even legendary creatures were not immune to the damage caused by high-circle spells. The lethality of spells was very high, and without the strength of Harris, even a legend would have to temporarily avoid the bombardment of high-circle spells.

"Is it an illusion?"

"No, no, these flames really exist."

Barton clenched his teeth, and his pupils contracted. He raised his head and looked at the terrifying spell wave that had enveloped the entire city of extreme frost.

A scorching heat could be felt on his skin.