Chapter 629: Fighting Four at Once

"The divine power sealing the space has been broken." Muria felt a sudden relief in his body as the sound of a break, only heard in the mental world, echoed. "A deity-level being has intervened. It can't be the frost wolf or cold raven gods; they can't even protect themselves."

When divine power imprisoned this space, the ice and snow gods monitored everything happening here. It took Muria much more effort to tear space and the rifts created were much smaller than usual.

"Why are these silver dragons here?" After a moment of thought, Muria glanced at the group of silver dragons and then stopped pondering. He had already used the Titan clan's version of the warrior's "Divine Descent" burst technique, so he needed to act quickly.

Under the white snake's horrified gaze and the terrified looks of another white dragon and three frost giant leaders, visible golden power ripples spread from Muria, sweeping away the dark clouds and revealing the dim sky and the setting sun. The frost around Muria melted and then evaporated into rain.

The five legends present felt a dry, scorching sensation, which was quite unbelievable for beings who wielded the power of ice and snow.

"Feel my power now!" In Muria's hands, the Spear of Sun emerged, transforming into a two-hundred-meter-long golden lightning spear, dazzling and radiant. He hurled it at the ice dragon with all his might.

The ice dragon roared in a mix of anger and shock. Instinctively, it opened its mouth and unleashed a white torrent of dragon breath, but the Spear of Sun, thrown with Muria's full force, pierced through the icy breath, splitting and nullifying it. The spear entered the dragon's mouth and exited its spine, spilling frosty blue dragon blood.

The immense power of the Spear of Sun, moving at supersonic speed, left the ice dragon no chance to dodge. It was powerful enough to pierce the earth's crust and release lava. The spear carried the ice dragon's massive body, sending it flying diagonally to the ground, pinning it to the remnants of an ice mountain after flattening it. This ice mountain was directly below the uninvited silver dragons.

"Now it's your turn, white snake. You're the first to damage my body to this extent since I became a legend." Muria looked at the white snake, which was frantically regenerating its lower body. Clenching his fists, the air crackled with thunderous booms, and brilliant lightning sparkled around his fists as if he were holding two small suns.

"Buy me time to recover!" The white snake, having stopped the worsening of its injuries and dug out the Demon-Banishing Sword along with its heart, was trying to reconstruct its body. Seeing Muria's current state, it immediately ordered the three legendary frost giants to hold him off temporarily.

The three frost giants exchanged uneasy glances. They had already felt Muria's overwhelming power during their previous encounters. Engaging Muria in close combat was extremely dangerous, and a single mistake could cost them a limb.

"Come on!" Without giving the frost giants much time to think, Muria transformed into a golden torrent, charging at one of the frost giants. This giant instinctively stepped back instead of thinking of a counterattack.

Soon, the battle-hardened frost giant roared, gathering frost around him. Hundreds of ice weapons materialized: swords, spears, and more. He grabbed two war hammers and swung them at Muria.

Muria's armored fists smashed the massive ice hammers and all the other ice weapons into fragments. Ice shards flew everywhere, and then his fist, larger than the giant's head, struck. The sound of breaking bones echoed, followed by the giant's agonized roar.

In terms of size alone, Muria was nearly twice as tall as the legendary frost giants, and the tallest of them was forty meters shorter than Muria. Muria's weight far exceeded these giants, not even in the same league, and his body's density was also far superior.

Blood and flesh flew, and the frost giant fighting Muria appeared pitifully weak, like a child being beaten by an adult, helpless and vulnerable.

"You guys, aren't you going to help me? Do you want to end up like me? If I get killed, you won't escape either!" The frost giant, unable to match Muria's close combat abilities, roared in anger, his face and chest battered and deformed, with an arm torn off.

Hearing their comrade's roar, the other two frost giants hesitated no longer and rushed over. They sensed that the current Muria was entirely different from before, even though his size hadn't changed, his combat power was like that of a different Titan.

A master of close combat, by human standards, was Muria's current level of skill. It was honed through countless battles with his fellow Titans and other legendary beings.

Of course, these frost giants were also skilled in close combat. Most of their lives were spent fighting just to survive. Reaching the legendary level, their battles significantly decreased. No sane legend would challenge another legend of equal strength without cause.

With similar skill levels, the battle came down to physical prowess. Whoever had the stronger body held the advantage. Muria, without a doubt, had an overwhelming advantage in size, plus the benefit of his legendary armor, making him nearly unbeatable.

"I think the prince doesn't need our support." Seeing Muria still holding his ground against four legends, including the white snake, one silver dragon spoke to their hundred-meter-tall leader, shrinking back slightly. Muria's combat style was too brutal and violent.

"Truly worthy of the Dragon King's direct descendant, not even four legends can take him down!"

"He must be using some kind of burst technique like 'Dragon King's Descent.' He can't maintain this state for long."

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