The coldness around was increasing. After a while of rushing left and right, Agulto felt that his strength had decreased a lot. Although the saint's fighting spirit was inexhaustible, in such an extremely cold situation, it would consume a lot of energy for him to maintain the fighting spirit realm.
The result of his struggle was only the addition of a lot of broken ice blocks around him, and these ice blocks were merging together at a visible speed to become part of the new ice wall.
The feeling of fear began to grow in Agulto's heart. The saint had a very keen understanding of energy consumption. At this moment, he knew very well that if the situation continued, the final result would only be his surrender.
Aguerto yelled outside, "Milliana, Polidaro, that's enough! Humph, you are really generous, spending so many resources to make things difficult for me!
Have I provoked you these days? I have been staying quietly around here, not competing with you for any benefits, and you still want to do this to me? Let me out! Let me out! "
But no one around answered his shouts. On the contrary, the cold became more intense, and new ice surface kept forming, squeezing his space smaller and smaller.
Agulto punched the ice again. The power of his punch was much smaller than before. It was more of a way to vent rather than trying to break through the ice.
Agulto has been a saint for a long time, and he knows very well that no matter how powerful a saint is, it is only a kind of human power, and it will eventually have its limits in front of nature itself.
He yelled angrily, "Milliana! Don't go too far. Do you want to see me make a fool of myself? If you don't let me out, I will tell Dominic! Let's see how you can get away with this!"
The only answer he got was the silent ice surface. The area he could move in became smaller and smaller, and now it was only the size of an ordinary bedroom.
Aguerto felt something was wrong. He said, "This is... This is going to kill me? Miliana wouldn't want to kill me. Who are you? Who are you?"
He stopped punching and instead walked around the room in a panic, slapping the ice everywhere, trying to find someone to respond to him.
But no, in this small space, there was only the sound of his palms and fists hitting the ice. Apart from that, there was the almost inaudible sound of ice cubes squeezing and colliding with each other.
"Listen, letting a saint die here in this way will not do you any good! We can talk, tell me what you need, everything can be discussed!"
A voice came from somewhere on the ice wall, saying, "I heard that the saints from the City of Gods are the most loyal warriors of the God of Nature. They are fearless and never compromise. But now it seems that they are just like that. Are you still afraid?"
Aguerto heard someone finally respond and stopped hammering. He said, "This is not fear, but there is no need to make meaningless sacrifices at any time. Tell me who you are? A person from Alcala? A descendant of the Seven Towers? Or a person from the Tower of China?"
"You don't need to know."
"No matter where you are from, I have what you need. Tell me what do you need to get me out?"
"Would you have negotiated and bargained with your enemies like this thousands of years ago?"
Aguerto was stunned. He knew the answer to this question. Of course not. At that time, he would only answer any words of the enemy with his fists. If he was really controlled by the enemy and trapped in a deadly situation, he would do his best to cause the greatest damage to the enemy. Compromise and negotiation seemed to have never appeared in his mind.
When did he become like this? He was afraid of death, greedy for pleasure, and only bullied those who were weaker than him. He was called a saint but had lost the spirit and will of a saint.
Perhaps it was the thousands of years in the God City. He said, "If you had lived through thousands of years of austerity and monotony, you would understand the preciousness of what is in front of you."
"Haha, then those people whose wealth you killed and plundered, didn't you take away their most precious things like this?"
"Don't compare the life of a mortal with that of a saint. There will be countless mediocre people like them in thousands of years. But how many people are favored by fate like you and me? They don't deserve my experience, and they won't have it."
"Sorry, compared to you, I would rather be the same kind as them." The voice was full of disdain when it spoke.
"Wait, wait, I haven't finished speaking!" But no matter how much Agurto shouted, there was no response from behind the ice wall.
Just behind the ice wall, in a room at the top of the villa, Lorenzo, Lin Lichuan, Maya, and Di Ning all sat cross-legged. The room they were in was surrounded by magic arrays, and in front of each of them, there was a control magic array. They controlled the large compound magic array in the garden through these magic arrays. Lorenzo spent nearly a day to build the magic array with the help of the "Ten Thousand Arrays Diagram". It has the dual characteristics of freezing space, supplemented by various regeneration, toughness, and freezing special effects. The space is compressed in the magic array. The ice wall in front of Aguerto is more than three times thicker than he originally estimated, and the power exceeds the freezing magic of any Saint-level mage. However, this magic array also has very high requirements for the controller. Lorenzo must gather the power of the other three great magicians to control it. In essence, it is the power of four magicians, which is amplified through the magic array and confronts Aguerto's own power. So as long as Aguerto steps into this magic array, he will enter a dead end and can never escape.
"If Milliana can still serve as a messenger after her fighting spirit is destroyed, there is really no reason to let this guy live. Let's make one last effort and get rid of him once and for all." Lorenzo said.
The space around Aguerto became smaller and smaller, and soon he couldn't even stand upright. He finally had to explode his Dou Qi field in one direction, using the high-heat Dou Qi field to melt the ice wall in front of him. The ice turned into water, submerging his body. But after his strength was exhausted, the water froze into ice again, sealing him in it.
Agult, who was so arrogant in Antillion, curled up like a baby because of the cold, frozen in that moment. A soul came out from his head and was about to escape through the ice to the direction of the city of gods.
But he did not escape Ganor's eyes. A scorching flame passed through the air and hit the soul. The saint who controlled the power of fire was finally buried in ice and his soul was burned by fire.