"Boom, boom, boom!"
The Ice Dragon Chariot's mystic orbs clashed with the ethereal roots, shattering them in a spectacle of debris. Some roots, evading the orbs, became rigid upon contact with the chariot's mist, breaking apart.
Outside the checkpoint, Lu Xuan watched through a screen, the scene reminding him of a game called 'Zuma' - the Ice Dragon War Chariot at the center, spinning and shooting ice orbs...
As Ao Sheng sighed in relief, preparing to move forward, the battlefield changed again. The roots that fell to the ground, upon touching the swamp's soil, transformed into little mud figures wielding long swords and spears, attacking the chariot.
Besides these mud figures, the falling leaves of the banyan tree turned into little wooden figures, assailing the Ice Dragon chariot. They shattered upon contact with the mist, scattering on the ground. However, the fragments of the mud and wooden figures merged, forming new, stronger beings.
