At the same time, on a towering ice mountain not far from the battlefield.
The Frost Serpent coiled atop the ice peak, its body covered with dark blue scales gleaming with a metallic cold sheen in the snow light.
Behind it, a dense horde of Vicious Beasts stood silently, frozen like sculptures in the biting cold wind.
Its scarlet vertical pupils locked fiercely on the distant surging swarm, pupils narrowing into a dangerous thin line—
—having lived for countless years, this was the first time it encountered such bizarre and terrifying creatures.
Though any single insect in this sea of insects could never be its match.
Even those two Swarm leaders who had transformed into human forms, with aura reaching Totem Level, the Frost Serpent was fully confident of tearing them apart in one-on-one combat.
However…
When they gathered on such a scale, forming an endless black tide, the Frost Serpent felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, a weight so heavy it was suffocating.
