"Similarly, when have you ever seen Harvey volunteering for a task?" Igula said, "In his view, whether he dies, I die, or you die, it’s all pretty much the same. He might even hope we die first so he can collect our remains." "You’re too tense, that’s why you didn’t notice. The Necromancer is actually excited." The Swindler said calmly, "He has always been straightforward and never lies, so if he says he wants to lay the Legendary to rest, it means he believes he can do it." "Just like you believe how twisted he is," Igula said with seriousness instead of humor in his voice, "You must also believe in his capability." Ash was slightly stunned, and suddenly a song reached his ears. On the walls lining the road, there were travelers singing joyously, comrades fighting back-to-back against countless enemies, and adventurers discovering treasure and embracing in cheer... The third path is ’trust.’ "But," Ash murmured, "that is Senluo’s number one Legendary..." "Though you’re no longer the Cult Leader from Shattered Lake," Igula said, "But Harvey isn’t the Necromancer he was at Shattered Lake either." "As expected, you’re no longer alive." Amid the overwhelming wind and snow, Harvey, transformed into the Netherworld Ghost King, pinned Oleva to the ground. From under his arms sprouted two ghostly hands that held Oleva’s hands securely, and with both hands raised the Scythe of Despair high, he aimed at Oleva’s head and struck down heavily! Faced with a fatal blow, Oleva, with disheveled hair and a crazed look, had a glimmer of bloodthirsty light in his eyes. His gaping mouth revealed menacing gums and roared with a mournful and hysterical sound. Yet his limbs struggled continuously, as if endless pain was erupting from within! With a thundering sound, the Scythe of Despair struck heavily on Oleva’s face, the blade almost pressing against his forehead! At the final moment before death, this Legendary finally cloaked himself in the Holy Domain, blocking Harvey’s lethal strike! The Frost Ring exploded with a roar, and even though Harvey was cloaked with the Holy Domain, he was pushed back more than ten meters, but he unfolded his wings and flew away. Proving his move was quite right—the re-converging Frost Ring would deal secondary damage if he didn’t escape in time! On the other side, Qikara opened his mouth to let out a roar and spewed a fireball aimed at Oleva! After being spat out, the fireball would be affected by his voice; the louder the sound, the faster and fiercer the fireball! Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 Miracle · Explosive Roar! Yet the returning Frost Ring immediately formed a frost shield formation in front of Oleva, perfectly resisting Qikara’s fireball, not a spark managed to touch Oleva! "This is too ridiculous!" Qikara looked with eyes wide in anger, quickly dodging Oleva’s counterattack and retreating near Harvey, shouting, "He’s clearly already lost his mind, relying on instinct to cast spells... but the end result is our increasingly difficult situation!" From the start till now, Harvey and Qikara have generally held the upper hand in the fight—although Oleva is a Legendary Mage, his way of acting is highly predictable now. After a few rounds, whenever Oleva raised his rear, the two would know what he was going to do. That’s also the main reason Qikara chose to stay: as long as there’s a way to resolve the damage chain, Oleva’s threat isn’t that great. When the Beastman saw Harvey able to walk Oleva like a dog, he realized this—if Oleva were sane, even if he had just a breath left, Qikara would have fled far away; but now Oleva wasn’t a Legendary Mage, just a madman with power. But soon, the Beastman’s newly ignited ’cross-level killing intent’ was cooled by the wind and snow. Though it may seem like they were fiercely beating down on Oleva, in reality, they hadn’t inflicted any effective damage on him. However, every spell Oleva cast further deteriorated their status! The mystery here lies in the environment! This blizzard sweeping across the plains, freezing everything in its path, is the true deadly danger! Every Miracle of Oleva’s, every Technique Spirit, contributes to this blizzard, and the storm, in turn, amplifies his Miracles, making them increasingly powerful, while Harvey and Qikara are hindered in the blizzard! Although Qikara’s Magic and Oleva’s somewhat restrain each other, overall, Qikara has plenty of defense but his attacks are barely noticeable. Oleva can easily control the blizzard to block Qikara’s Flame Miracles, and each of Qikara’s Miracles is reduced by more than 30% in power by the environment! This illustrates how terrifying Oleva was at his peak: he could transform the battlefield into an environment most suited for Frost Cold Magic, weakening his enemies and strengthening himself! If the enemy tried to flee, the Frost Cold Magic, already ideal for slowing and hindering, would drag them down like travelers caught in a blizzard, with their body heat and stamina continuously draining until they collapsed in the deep snow. If Oleva had his sanity, none would escape! "Mr. Harvey, should we retreat back to the previous level?" the Beastman tentatively inquired, "He may not necessarily chase us..." "You can reveal your trump card now and leave directly." Harvey’s voice came from beneath the Netherworld helmet, cold and inhuman, "I will not stop you." Qikara’s expression remained unchanged, and he immediately shouted, "I never intended to abandon Mr. Harvey—"