Her gaze was never solely fixated on the werewolf in response to Count Yuca's ambush.

Whiteu conjured a massive sighthe in her hand, effortlessly severing his arm to nullify the attack and immediately followed up with another strike aimed at Count Yuka.

Count Yuca was utterly astonished, transforming once more into a swarm of bats that scattered in all directions before coalescing into human form at a distance.

Bayou's blade had only managed to strike down a few of the creatures.

To his dismay, Count Yuka found his ambush thwarted, his severed right arm throbbing with excruciating pain.

The wound, seared by dark flames, stubbornly refused to heal.

Glancing at his missing limb, his expression darkened, the agony sharpened his mind with cruel clarity.

Time was of the essence.

Lingering would only allow the undead to ensnare him once more, and reclaiming his lost arm was imperative.

Unaccustomed to wielding a sword with his left hand, the count instead drew forth his blood whip, lashing it toward by you without hesitation.

Chapter 166.

The true domain of frost, a subtle art, a layer of crystallin ice enveloped by U's arm, allowing her to grasp the blood whip wielded by Count Yuka directly.

At the moment she sees the whip, frost surge from her palm, swiftly encasing the whip and advancing toward Count Yuka.

The whip sprouted countless blood spikes that pierced through the frost, transforming into multiple tendrils that lunged toward Bayou.

Nevertheless, she successfully blocked all of Count Yuka's attacks with a dark barrier.

Glancing at her mana, Bay noted that only a small fraction had been consumed.

Had she been her previous self at the commander level, she would have expended at least half her mana to counter the recent strike from Count Yuka.

Among the tendrils of the blood whip, one extended towards the ground, retrieving Count Yuka's severed arm.

The count reattached his arm and moved his shoulder, feeling the sensation return.

Unfamiliar with Bayou, this marked their first encounter, and he sensed her formidable strength.

It was astonishing to him that a mere commander level could sever his arm and block his assault.

Was she truly a level 9 commander? The blood whip melted into a pool of blood and vanished.

Count Yuka drew his rapier once more, launching an assault on by you from the skies.

In response, several ice dragons surged forth around her, seemingly imbued with life, soaring toward Count Yuka.

He relied on his speed to evade, occasionally shattering an ice dragon.

Yet, they appeared endless as new ice dragons continuously manifested beside Bayou, ready to engage.

A nearby mage, besieged by the undead, observed the clash between Bayou and Count Yuka with astonishment, recognizing that Bayou's frost magic had reached an advanced level.

Centered around the mage, a colossal whirlwind formed, whipping up fierce winds, causing the mage s form to gradually become transparent before vanishing entirely, transformed into a tempest racing towards Bayou.

Suddenly, the mage reappeared beside by you, chanting incantations rapidly.

In an instant, a massive blade of wind materialized in the mage's hand.

Though inherently intangible, the wind blade, enhanced by the mage's power, became visible as the surrounding air warped.

Bayou realized that her frost magic would be insufficient to withstand the fortified windblade.

In an instant, the surrounding ice dragons were severed, their cross-sections smooth as mirrors.

Count Yuca shattered the last ice dragon and turned his gaze towards where Bayou had been, only to find her vanished, having evaded with a teleportation spell.

The ground around them was swiftly encased in ice, and heavy snow began to fall from the sky, plunging the temperature into a frigid descent, as if they stood a top a snowcapped mountain.

is a domain," the mage murmured, recognizing this was not a mere pseudo domain, but a genuine royal level domain.

This indicated that this alien had achieved royal status.

The mage pondered if she were indeed at royal level, why had she fled in the face of her presence? This was troubling.

She had expended too much mana while entangled with the undead.

Count Yuka 2 had drained significant stamina in the preceding encounters.

Two seventh tier kings faced off against a fully leveled king, and the odds seemed somewhat favorable.

Glancing downward at the raging werewolf, it appeared that placing hope in it was rather feudal.

The icy ground began to churn, forming the silhouette of Bayou, a sorceress, who shattered the ice with a swift gust of wind.

Suddenly, Bayou appeared beside the sorcerer, wielding a sythe and striking at him.

The sorcerer quickly conjured a barrier to defend himself.

But as the blade met the wind barrier, it ignited in black flames, instantly shattering the defense.

Alarmed, the sorcerer hastily summoned an earth magic array for protection while his form began to disintegrate into dust.

Fortunately, Count Yuca's timely backstab attack arrived, prompting Bayou to transform into snowflakes and vanish.

She might reappear within each snowflake.

The sorcerer warned Count Yuka and then unleashed his wind domain, dispersing the surrounding snowflakes to thwart a surprise assault from Bayou.

The fierce winds wre havoc within Bayou's icy domain, intensifying the blizzard.

Bayou is not limited to appearing only in snowy or icy environments.

She could teleport to close the distance.

This time she manifested directly in front of Count Yuka.

But as she initiated her teleportation, she instead materialized beside the sorcerer, launching another attack.

The scythe, ablaze with black flames, effortlessly shredded the surrounding wind blades and pierced through the sorcerer's barrier.

The sorcerer, aware of by used teleportation abilities, had prepared in advance.

The bells on her side proved ineffective against him.

For a sorcerer, the gravest threat lies in soul attacks as they could disrupt the incantation of spells.

Thus, every sorcerer in the association wears a crystal necklace to ward off mental assaults, just as the sorcerer intended to disintegrate and escape.

He suddenly felt blood trickling from his nose, followed by a fit of violent coughing, and his hands lost sensation in an instant.

Likewise, Bayou, knowing he could disintegrate, remained vigilant.

Their abilities have been extensively tested by their own undead minions.

While their understanding of Bayou was practically non-existent with a decisive grind of his mers, the sorcerer vanished and reappeared at a distance outside of Bayou s domain.

Bayou did not anticipate he had a trick up his sleeve, and her attack once again missed its mark.

The sorcerer began to chant a spell, casting a purification magic to dispel the lingering curse within him, followed by healing magic to mend his wounds.

Dark magic, the sorcerer's expression darkened.

Such magic possessed the power to destroy and annihilate everything.

The black sinister flames had long been regarded as ominous by sorcerers, having been lost to history centuries ago.

However, the sorcerer understood that the reason for its disappearance was its overwhelming strength, capable of obliterating all elements, essentially the bane of all sorcerers.

The powerful figures of that era would never allow it to circulate.

Nowadays, even the youngest members of the association recognize that magic itself is neither good nor evil.

The crucial factor lies within the wielder.

Two other types of sorcerers adept in the arts of virus and curse are particularly formidable.

These magics are nearly impossible to defend against.

It is imperative that this foreign entity does not come too close as the means of survival have already been exhausted and one cannot rely on luck indefinitely.

Nearby, Count Yuka is also afflicted by the virus magic.

Yet his extraordinary self-healing abilities render him largely immune to commonplace viruses.

Bayou is also discerned that sorcerers are woefully inept in close combat.

Should he find himself within striking distance again, the sorcerer is certain to meet his demise.

The vampire and the sorcerer hover at varying distances in the sky, casting their gazes down upon Bayou.

The werewolf has also broken through the encirclement to stand before Bayou.

And in that moment, the three royal beings have surrounded him.

Encircling these three royals are the advancing legions of the undead who now encircle the royals in turn rather than stating that they have surrounded by you.

It is more accurate to say that by you and the undead have effectively surrounded them.

Byou's left eye glimmers with a blue light as the frost recedes giving way to an expanse of darkness.

Kfort chapter 167 realm of death.

The ground surrounding Bayu was shrouded in a pallet hue with vegetation wilting and stones disintegrating into dust.

A dry feted scent permeated the air.

In some shadowed areas where corruption could not take hold, black flames flickered to life.

Within by you's domain stood a desolate tree which instead of being consumed by the flames that enveloped it, underwent a peculiar transformation.

The tree was imbued with a soul.

Its branches began to writhe, its roots uprooted from the ground, and a grotesque visage formed from what emerged upon its trunk.

Eerie and forboding, this was a newly born undead, a product of Bayou's influence.

His domain synthesized all of Bayou's necroantic magic embodying curses, viruses, darkness, summoning, and alchemy.

Within the realm of death, all living beings were repelled, resembling the depths of hell.

Count Yuckah and the werewolf found themselves insconsoned within by used domain.

Their bodies rapidly healing from their injuries.

The nearby mage witnessing the unfolding scene was struck with dread.

This domain had never been recorded in the association s grimmoirs.