As Annan’s voice rose.
The "wax dog" suddenly seemed to realize something and stopped spraying the players. It cringed and took several steps back before starting to frantically gnaw on itself.
It looked like a one-meter-tall, fat Shar Pei dog without a nose or eyes; its head more resembled a pipe with several rows of sharp teeth.
Its body was skinless, covered only by layers of white fat burning with flames. Even as it moved, this fat trembled slightly... And after the flames burned out, it left behind traces of wax where it passed.
The previous attack had been sent out by it.
Its long and flexible neck bent as it took a bite from itself and then sprayed it out, turning into a burning bomb that continued to burn relentlessly.
The white wax oil it sprayed could even burn continuously for several seconds, or even up to a dozen seconds, on rock walls—without a doubt, if the players even touched it, they would lose their ability to fight.
"This is the Light Pursuer Monster, an Angel Envoy of the God of Candle & Lamp. It attacks any creature without a light source... If left alone, it will quickly eat itself up,"
Kafney’s voice rose beside Annan, "But the wax oil on its body is a very valuable material, known as ’white liquid fire.’ Your Highness, please freeze it alive... I want that material to repair my lantern."
Carrying a destroyed lantern, Kafney’s voice was full of resentment.
Annan nodded, "Piece of cake."
As his voice settled, the ground suddenly and silently frosted over with a shallow layer of frost, and an extremely cold aura emerged from everyone’s side. The players even felt their breathing become somewhat difficult, their feet bitterly cold.
As if they were wearing thin shoes and stepping on blocks of ice.
But unlike the previous spells.
The players didn’t see ... the wave-like, gossamer-thin white curse that spread out in circles from Annan’s feet before.
Instead, they felt the temperature around them suddenly drop without warning.
Kafney’s eyes widened slightly.
In her clear, ruby-like pupils, there was curiosity and amazement.
... He had grown stronger again.
Should one say... As expected of Annan.
Kafney’s perception was dead accurate.
Because after Annan cleared the nightmare "Reflection," he realized the common experience he had saved up was just enough to level up his Wizard occupation.
As a result, his occupation panel looked :
Wizard (Disabling School) LV18: [Instant Spell Level 4 (Cold Touch, Lazy Eye, none, none)], [Guided Spells Level 4 (Wall of Stagnation, Frost Field, Thoughts as Rain, Repel Life)], [Chanting Spell Level 2 (Wheel of Frost, none)], [Ritual Spell Level 1 (none)]
And correspondingly... Annan’s sensory attribute also just broke through the significant level of forty.
—Back when Annan first met Kafney, his sensory attribute was only 31. This was less than a week ago... Annan’s main attribute had increased by one-third.
Yes, it may be because he used it too often, or maybe because his sensory attribute was too high... But the most likely reason was Annan’s use of his 100% awakened element of frost.
His most frequently used guided spell: Frost Nova, finally had its first evolution—
[Frost Field (Guided): Causes the temperature of a specified object (air/water/earth/living beings, etc.) in a spherical space with a radius of forty meters (dependent on sensory attribute) to drop sharply and its surface to become brittle; within the Frost Field, all enemies must make a forced check each time they run/attack/dodge/get attacked, and if they fail their constitution check, they are treated as having been hit by a "Cold Touch" spell. Every 3.6s (dependent on the total levels of the Wizard class/5), consumes 5 Power of Order, can be continuously cast]
Annan’s spell had obviously grown stronger.
The previous Frost Nova not only required additional mana to use "Cold Touch" when actively freezing objects, but its attack itself was wave-like, surging out in waves in sync with Annan’s heartbeat... It was a very rhythmic attack, easy to dodge and avoid, and it couldn’t even reach behind walls.
But now it was different.
After the spell evolved, Annan could freeze people through walls now.
The enemies frozen by him had clearly become more brittle. Consequently, their resistance seemed weaker, as if the players’ attack strength had been enhanced.
Even when the enemies tried to make slightly larger movements, they might be disrupted by the sudden chill penetrating their bodies... It had become a very practical support interference spell, capable of easily breaking the enemies’ combat rhythm on first encounter.
The first one to notice this wasn’t Jiu’er.
She suddenly realized that the movements of the two skeletal guards beside her had inexplicably become sluggish for a moment.
Looking closely—thin layers of ice had formed on their joints, seemingly out of nowhere. These ice layers weren’t heavy, but they made the guards move as though they were rusted mechanical dolls, extremely slow.
Lin Yiyi continued to strike while the iron was hot.
With two swings of her staff, she broke the knees of both skeletal guards. The breaking points emitted a blast of bitterly cold white smoke.
Before they hit the ground, Lin Yiyi swung her steel staff swiftly from side to side, sending their skulls flying out like golf balls in opposite directions.
...How did they get so brittle?
Lin Yiyi was the first to experience this.
As for Jiu’er—her powerful attacks at Level 7 meant she had only six seconds between her explosive bursts.
Her next full-power attack directly shattered the spine of the skeletal guard in front of her. Although she felt the enemy had indeed become more brittle... the change wasn’t significant for her.
After all, she relied on burst damage to defeat her enemies instantly... She could do it before, she could do it now, the difference wasn’t substantial...
As if sensing something too, the Light Pursuer Monster suddenly stopped its consumption, showing fear, and refrained from spraying the scalding, sticky white wax oil towards Annan.
The Light Pursuer Monster just huddled and kept retreating, spitting out the pure white wax oil on the ground like vomit, making gurgling noises similar to an almost-empty juice box, which seemed to be a whining plea for mercy.
However, as it retreated, Annan had already planted the white guillotine blade into the ground with his left hand, and began chanting softly:
"—Skeletons be thy roadway!"
Annan did not immediately chase after the Light Pursuer Monster.
For as it continued to retreat, its outer body began to slowly crystallize.
As Annan’s chanting ended, five crystal-clear translucent flames sparked at his fingertips, a very pale ice-blue magic circle emerged, then quickly faded away.
With a gentle forward flick of Annan’s left hand.
A hollow Wheel of Frost, interwoven with lines of ice-blue light, soared out from the palm of his hand!
When the Wheel of Frost hit the ground, it began to roll quickly like a tire flung out, leaving a thin white trail of frost in its wake.
And the Wheel of Frost directly charged towards the skeletal guard closest to Annan, trying to attack!
The skeletal guard raised its iron shield high.
But with a sound like shattering glass.
The skeletal guard’s shield was utterly useless—the Wheel of Frost passed right through it, sucking the guard’s body into its core!