Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 503.1: Time to Die (1)

Glacier Creator was a terrifying existence.

In the writings left behind by disappeared ancient civilizations, it was described to be a destroyer that buried everything under an unyielding encasement of ice. Even amongst the Six Calamities, it was one of the hardest ones to deal with.

The ability that Roel had gained from absorbing Glacier Creator’s egg, Glacial Touch, showcased that.

The warriors on the ground stared with bulging eyes as Grandar’s humongous body was consumed by frost. They couldn’t comprehend why Roel had directed his deadly frost aura at his own contracted ancient god. Some even wondered if he had gone mad.

In the sky, Flooding Death let out yet another shrill cry. It stared at Roel with glowing eyes and its body began to billow in unease.

It knew that Roel’s frost aura was a high-order power that could threaten even the gods, which was why it couldn’t understand why he was using it against Grandar. The incomprehensibility of the situation unnerved it. While warily eyeing Roel, it began to spread out its curses.

On the other hand, the edges of Roel’s lips inched upward.

He was aware that many would have deemed his goal of killing Flooding Death to be impractical, but he personally didn’t think that it was impossible. There was a simple way to achieve that, and that was to simply overwhelm the monster.

No matter how formidable Flooding Death was, it was unable to escape unscathed from the abilities of the other Six Calamities. That was why Roel had sealed off the area with his dusk-yellow wind to force out a decisive fight between the two of them.

At first glance, this was no different from the situation Flooding Death was trying to force out, but there was a subtle but crucial difference here—the one who was going to fight with the power of the Crown’s Stones wasn’t Roel but the fearless Giant Sovereign.

Amidst the flurry of frost aura, Roel raised his palm and manifested his Crown Origin Attribute. The raging night wind tugged at it and dissipated it into the frost. Moments later, an explosive bu

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