Simultaneously, within each section, a striking figure cloaked in fiery red darted swiftly, launching assaults on Quentyn. These relentless attacks left him struggling to defend himself, retreating with each step, besieged by unparalleled pressure.

“Are you alright?” Quintus beheld the spectacle unfolding before him in shock. Just as he moved to exit his own confined space, he found himself ensnared by two Primordial Spirits and besieged by a barrage of Sword Lights.

While fending off the relentless assault, Quintus bellowed, “He’s so strong! There’s no need to adhere to our agreement of only using half our strength. We’ll perish if we continue to hold back!”

With these words, a vast, ominous azure light erupted from his being, summoning forth a legion of ice dragons.

Wherever the ice dragons roamed, the once-imposing purple-golden lights that divided each cube, shattered like glass.

Observing this, Quentyn, constrained by the two Primordial Spirits, spread his arms wide. The fier