Above the Ice Spirit Ancient Tree, the gilded light of the Frozen Throne was dazzling.
Qin Tian stood on the side of the throne, golden light cascading down his body like a waterfall, flowing into the cracks of the throne through his palms. The black aura that had once frantically spread was now greatly suppressed. The ancient runes began to circulate anew under the nourishment of the golden light, yet his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he remained fully focused on maintaining the energy infusion.
Two hundred plus Empire's talents formed an impenetrable wall around him, interweaving the cold gleam of drawn swords with the subtle glow of spiritual energy.
Beyond the perimeter, Mogara's scattered demon minions were crouching to gather strength, their crimson eyes locked deadly onto the crowd.
The battle on the other side was even more intense.
