The moment the words left his mouth, the multi-barreled rocket launcher was fully charged.
Waves of white-purple energy projectiles rained down on the leaping pack of wolves.
The werewolves had never seen an attack like this before. Initially, they didn't take it seriously. Their bodies were incredibly robust, capable of summoning elemental shields and attacks. They also had astonishing defensive and regenerative abilities. In the eyes of the werewolf leader, the small amount of energy harnessed by a young dragon was frivolously divided into so many parts; it couldn't possibly be powerful.
However.
***Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!***
The energy rockets carried immense kinetic force. The impact upon contact was the first wave of damage. Most werewolves could withstand it purely through their physical toughness. But the ensuing chain explosions taught them a brutal lesson.
First came the outer layer of ice elements, which, while not causing substantial explosive damage, slowed down the wolves' movement and reaction speed. Next, the highly concentrated electrical elements hidden within detonated, causing staggering elemental damage.
Over a hundred werewolves were utterly suppressed by the concentrated firepower, plummeting to the ground at a speed faster than their ascent, leaving shallow craters in the icy plain.
"What kind of magic is this?!" The werewolf leader on the ground couldn't maintain its roaring facial expression. The overwhelming energy shock forced his mouth shut as his claws dug deep into the earth. His mind was filled with immense shock. *Does the Frost Dragon clan possess this kind of heritage? What's with the contained thunderous power?*
Adam was fairly satisfied with the magic he'd spontaneously created.
The purpose of formative magic was to maintain the stability of materialized elements while incorporating as many highly condensed elements as possible to create more effective lethality. Traditional mages, as well as beings from other planes, were limited by their imagination and experience. Their formative spells usually took the shape of melee weapons or various magical beasts. However, the lethality and condensed power of cold weapons could never match that of firearms.
So instead of wasting more computational power to form complex cold weapon shapes, Adam decided to shape them into simple firearms.
Although the rapid attack frequency consumed a relatively large amount of energy, this wasn't an issue for Adam. The only regret was that he couldn't use magnetic magic at the moment. Otherwise, he could direct the explosion's energy and shockwaves in a single direction, generating even more significant damage.
After the barrage, the werewolves were severely wounded, but very few were killed outright. Beasts grow even more ferocious when injured. This time, without needing a command from the werewolf leader, all the wolves howled and lunged forward again.
Adam felt that if he attacked once more, he could very well wipe out these werewolves, which would be a significant loss. In his mind, these creatures had already become commodities.
The elemental artillery dispersed, and Adam dived straight toward the pack of wolves, engaging in close-quarters combat. His massive body, over eight meters long, compared to the wolves' two-meter forms, made it seem like he was bullying children.
Each sweep of his dragon claw, each flap of his dragon wing, and each swipe of his dragon tail sent multiple werewolves flying. Their attacks barely left a mark on Adam's icy, crystalline body. In fact, they were getting scorched by the ice and electric elements on his regenerating scales.
Suddenly, a piercing howl drowned out all other sounds across the icy plains. A mysterious power emanated from the werewolf leader. The sky darkened abruptly, and a brilliant moon, accompanied by the silhouette of a white wolf, appeared between heaven and earth.
Adam halted his charge, drawing in his wings and tail as he performed a rapid spin on his left foot. A whirlwind of white-purple energy sent the surrounding wolves flying, their bones broken and tendons snapped.
"A transcendental powerhouse? Has the leader advanced or... become possessed?" Adam wondered.
Either way, he sensed danger emanating from the werewolf leader. Without hesitation, he stopped spinning and retreated. Overhead, a cannon barrel materialized with a one-meter diameter. Energy poured in for rapid charging, and a molded energy projectile, trailed by a purple wake, roared toward the werewolf leader.
The white wolf silhouette on the moon leapt down and entered the werewolf leader, whose fur turned pristine white, making the surrounding snow look dull in comparison. With two quick slashes forming an elemental cross, the leader tried to intercept the projectile.
But he failed.
The elemental cross held for just a moment before the projectile shattered it. The werewolf leader grimaced, quickly forming five additional crosses, which finally detonated the projectile just before it reached him.
Boom!
A deafening explosion echoed, collapsing the icy plain around the blast center. When the dust and light cleared, a crater with a 500-meter radius and 20-meter depth emerged.
All the other werewolves were blown away. The werewolf leader hovered, trembling slightly, his eyes filled with boundless rage as he glared at Adam.
"It appears you're possessed. Are you the hidden card, the elder of the tribe?" Adam hovered about a thousand meters away from the werewolf leader, absorbing surrounding elemental energy to replenish what he'd expended.
The werewolf leader opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Adam felt an eerie fluctuation attempting to penetrate his body but was instantly severed by his hidden true self.
The werewolf leader's rage intensified. The elemental projection of a white wolf appeared behind him. "Frost Dragon, you've forsaken the oath. Does the Dragon Clan seek to reignite war?" he said with a voice dry as though he hadn't spoken for years.
Adam pondered how to respond. Asking directly about the oath could alert the werewolf elder. Engaging in combat without asking might not only be futile, but even if he won, the devil wouldn't forcibly contract with a transcendent soul. So, he needed more information and could only play along.
So he responded: "Hmm."
The white werewolf howled, causing elemental turbulence. "Do you realize what you're doing? War brings only disaster. If *u0026 amp;# takes advantage, the whole world will crumble," the elder exclaimed angrily.
Adam's eyes brightened. Although he couldn't interpret the meaning of *u0026 amp;#, he knew that the Dragon Plane had enemies, and these enemies were so formidable that all transcendent beings had agreed to a truce.
"What is *u0026 amp;#? I'm only eight years old, not yet an adult," Adam struggled to mimic the pronunciation of the mysterious term, then asked.
The elder's look became even more volatile. Elemental turbulence triggered by the white wolf's howl infused his body with tangible elemental force. He stomped, creating an explosive sound, and charged at Adam. "Eight years old? Impossible! There's something wrong with you. You must die!"
