"Go in."
McCarthy Delin shouted, "Go to the camp, tell them—!"
The shout was abruptly cut off.
The familiar feeling returned again.
He felt a brief blankness in his thoughts, an unprecedented cold enveloped him, and he clearly saw the rampaging black lightning suspended in mid-air, frozen in an extremely bizarre way within the ice layer.
The tardy subhumans finally observed the changes outside the building.
The pitch-black barrier had somehow been replaced by a layer of white ice, covering everything beneath a domed canopy.
Following that came a muffled "thud."
It was the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.
They saw the unstoppable Warlord fall, his armor crafted by Kaisaros himself also covered in ice, and the shadow under his helmet ceased to stir.
Kane was stunned for a moment.
This time, even he hadn't detected when Lindong had acted.
Compared to their first meeting, Lindong's domain magic had undergone a qualitative leap.
