The frozen runes blossomed with their rightful power in an instant, causing the Ancestral Red Dragon's body to momentarily fall into stagnation.
The Frost Giant seized this fleeting opportunity, letting out a fierce roar as its colossal war axe adjusted its angle, slashing upwards diagonally.
The ice-blue, sharp Qi Blade extended for tens of meters, its extremely concentrated power unleashing a terrifying edge and cold light, slashing onto the Ancestral Red Dragon's halted body.
With unmatched force, the Ancestral Red Dragon's massive body was directly cut and sent flying, its huge dragon claws carving out flame-spraying furrows on the ground, crashing into a stone pavilion.
"Damn it, what the hell are you," Ragnar the Frost Giant cursed out, his pupils dilating rapidly.
Amidst the pulverized dust, the Ancestral Red Dragon stood proudly, unaffected by the influence of the Legendary Weapon, and nearly unscathed.
