The Ice Bolts rained down.
Everywhere they crashed into, waves of ice would spread for dozens of meters, and under the influence of Sylas' 70 Foundation Ice Runes, it was as though the bolts had instantaneously become several times more powerful.
Before, it took 2000 Attack to break their best defenses. But now, it took over 5000, and Sylas hardly changed a thing.
In an instant, the battlefield had become a world of ice, many of the combatants having gotten caught up and crushed within it. Some instantly froze over and died where they were, unable to manage under this kind of chill.
As for those that survived...
Sylas landed on the ground in the sea of ice, switching over to a more low-profile <Surfing Frost>. His speed increased by over 50% as he glided from place to place, dodging arrows, shattering skulls, and erupting with a might that firmly pressed his imprint down on the battlefield.
Alex's gaze couldn't help but flicker as he watched this sight, but it was Cole who could hardly manage his emotions. He had just fought against one of these combatants and had to put in a decent amount of effort. If not for the fact that his wife had handed him over so many stats, he would have never been able to kill them with such ease.
And yet, Sylas, to his knowledge, didn't have such methods. What he also didn't know was that Sylas had yet to even fuse with the Basilisk King, something that Alex was all too aware of.
This display of strength...
Simply didn't make logical sense.
But then Alex thought of the requirements for the Dungeon. Could it be related to that? Could Sylas' Will really be so high? What was the difference here?
Neither could see that the reason Sylas was so powerful was because he was relying on his Will to commandeer the Mature Aether around him. The only reason he could do this was that the Legendary Path System in this Split Realm had granted him ownership of this Aether.
Of course, he was originally supposed to use it to level up. But the Legendary Path System wasn't going to quibble with him over that. What he decided to do with the Aether after it was given to him was up to him...
And Sylas chose to use it to absolutely destroy and wreak havoc wherever he went.
The morale of the troops in the city suddenly shot through the skies.
Every time Sylas leapt into the skies and lanced down those mighty giants from above, it was as though they were watching a deity descend.
How could they not feel an upswell of confidence?
...
Sylas seemed to overturn the situation on the battlefield single-handedly, but Alex and Cole, though much slower, were dealing quite a bit of damage themselves.
Cole, with over 90% of his wife's stats handed to him, had several stats over 2000. Even if an exchange lasted more than a swing of his sword, it would only rarely last a second.
The difference was that he lacked all the flexibility of the methods that Sylas did, so he could only stay in his lane, remaining near the army so that he wasn't surrounded. He also had no easy method of dealing with the Trolls beyond that.
Alex, however, though his stats were inferior to Cole's, had a much wider range of attack methods.
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