"Ah!"
A warrior from the Jiamu Sect of the Rebel Highlanders, who had always worshiped Kode, suddenly let out a mad scream. He raised his gun and pulled the trigger at Ian.
But Ian was unconcerned. He slightly tilted his head and glanced at the approaching bullet from the corner of his eye.
Then, an exceedingly fine Blade of Ice coalesced, slicing the bullet, disappearing into the torrential rain.
The warrior who fired the shot suddenly screamed in agony, falling to the ground headfirst. Beginning from his skull, a dense layer of ice was spreading.
In the blink of an eye, he became an ice sculpture.
Ian didn't pay much attention to such a minor matter. He walked through the center of the battlefield, with his back toward the Imperial Mountaineers and heading towards the Rebel Highlanders.
Wherever he passed, the accumulated rain, mud, and snow on the battlefield automatically froze under his feet, forming a smooth, clean path—an Ice Path by the shores of the Southern Sea.
