They were already despairing. They felt that they would definitely die, but the Frost Dragon froze when that familiar voice echoed. Her claw stopped in midair, not going down even after a few seconds.
'What is going on?'
Everyone lying on the ground was in disbelief. They had naturally heard the young mage's voice just now...
Although the young mage was abnormally powerful, to the point that if he wasn't with them, they simply wouldn't have had a chance, they still couldn't believe that the Frost Dragon had stopped due to the young mage's words.
But they also felt relieved, because regardless of the method, the young mage saved their lives for the time being.
They then saw that the pale young mage had actually crawled onto the back of the Frost Dragon and was holding a glittering dagger, pressing it against the Dragon's neck.
