Moreover, the concept of desolation favored by the undead strong ones also had a very weak effect on him; it could only dim his scales a bit.
It was no more than a scratch.
"Ice, wind."
He chanted with elevation.
An ice storm surged violently, forming a cylindrical blizzard in the vastness of the world.
The storm stretched high into the azure sky and covered dozens of miles around, enveloping the massive Giant Human of Deathremains within it.
At the same time,
The frost-silver Bone Wings of the Ice Burial Duke shimmered with splendorous golden light.
He unfolded his wings.
He raced through the mist.
This too was imbued with some sort of rapid movement concept.
Under the power of concept, wind resistance, energy tides, and spatial rifts were as pathless obstacles to him.
He was continuously teleporting.
And these two moves, encompassing the power of concept, were not relying on his own body as the mainstay.
He still had spare strength.
