Erik's eyes turned feral. He channelled mana through his Frostwind Fire Tempest brain crystal power's neural links. The surrounding air crackled with energy, and the temperature plummeted in an instant.
"Alright, assholes. Let's dance."
With a gesture, a massive wall of ice erupted from the ground in front of June and the Chimaeric Demons. It towered over the battlefield and prevented the blackguards from attacking his clone.
The wall was imposing, rising high above the battlefield with jagged spikes of ice protruding menacingly from its surface.
It was almost as tall as a five story tall building, something that anyone on that battlefield knew required massive amounts of mana.
People might have wondered why someone wasted that much mana on a battlefield, but they didn't know Erik could easily get that mana back by killing more people.
