Keton used the energy within his body to resist the abnormal energy flow.
But he was still a step too late and far too weak. Although he dispelled some energy, the blizzard still formed.
It roared like a natural breath, with snowflakes wrapped in howling winds sweeping across the land, bringing extremely low temperatures that made this group of Demon Hunting Knights from the south feel extremely uncomfortable.
Even Red Agate could not resist the fury and criticism of this land.
The warhorses from the Eastern Plateau also showed obvious unrest, their vision obscured by the snowstorm, surrounded by a white blur, only hearing the panicked neighs of their fellow horses, which exacerbated their inner unease.
"The wrath of the ancestral spirit! The grandfather's fury ignited by the Frost Priest's life, you vile children, all of you die here! Be buried with Navaniel!!!"
The eldest Frost Warrior shed tears.
