At the sa ti, far away from the Wizard Camp.
In a deep underground cave near the core of the Plane, a completely different scene was unfolding.
This cave was incredibly vast, its very existence a geological miracle.
The cave was deep and expansive, with its interior perfectly divided into two regions by scorching lava flows and cold ice crystals.
In these two regions, an overwhelming mass of Magma Giants and Yetis were gathered here distinctly.
Their sheer number was astounding.
More importantly, looking around, whether it was the massive Magma Giants or the Yetis clad in Ice Armor, none of them were below the Third Level!
With so many powerful beings gathered in such a small area, every breath carried the oppressive aura unique to High Tier Elental Creatures.
Besides these monsters silently waiting like tides within the cave, outside the cave, closer to the boundary line beneath the ground, there were even more Second Level Yetis and Magma Giants hidden in their respective areas.
These two groups of monsters were like floods on the brink of bursting, ready for action.
Clearly, those deed "missing" by the Wizards, including Third Level, Fourth Level, and higher-level High Tier Yetis and Magma Giants, were all gathered here!
This was the essence of two civilizations, the core of all their forces!
Between the Magma Giants and Yetis, two diatrically opposed races, on the invisible boundary ford by red and black intertwined lava and sparkling white frost, two towering figures faced each other.
One was a king made entirely of pure flas and rocks, with a body covered in hot magma-like crack patterns — the King of the Lava Giants, "Karamos."
The other, equally towering, exuded a freezing aura that could freeze everything, with every muscle filled with explosive power — the King of Yetis, "Aglon."
This was the Ice and Fla Plane, the highest rulers of the two native civilizations, and also the embodint of the core combat power of both sides.
Their gazes t in the air.
It was known to all that Yetis and Magma Giants were sworn enemies.
This hatred had lasted for millennia, even becoming instinct deep within their bloodlines, etched in the deepest markings of their Souls.
Even with their king's orders to temporarily cease attacking each other.
The High Tier elites of both sides gathered here were still watching each other with fierce eyes, filled with intense killing intent and disdain.
The atmosphere in the air was extrely tense, and if not for the presence of the two kings, weapons would have long been drawn.
Surprisingly, as the highest representatives of this "ancient grudge," the King of Yetis Aglon and the King of the Lava Giants Karamos appeared unusually calm.
Their eyes bore no hostility or hint of hatred, as if rely facing a normal acquaintance, engaged in a routine discussion.
After eting each other, they skipped any false pleasantries and directly got to the point.
"Aglon, our Magma Giants have all been gathered. The Earth Veins are adjusted, ready to assist in initiating 'Recharging' at any ti." Karamos's voice was deep and resonant, like the pulse of a volcano.
"Very well. Our Yeti forces are also fully assembled." The King of Yetis Aglon's voice had the texture of tal scraping.
"However, due to bearing higher Energy intensity, our 'strategic weapon' still needs to be adjusted. This will probably take... half a Cycle."
The so-called "Cycle" was a unique ti asure on the Ice and Fla Plane.
Without the cycle of day and night changes, the local creatures used the pulse of the Elents as the basis to calculate ti.
A Cycle referred to a complete elental pulse cycle, roughly equivalent to four standard years on the Wizard Plane.
The King of the Lava Giants Karamos listened calmly, neither surprised nor dissatisfied.
His fiery eyes rely flickered slightly, as if he had known about this delay all along.
"Half a Cycle is acceptable." Karamos nodded indifferently, showing considerable leniency.
After all, in terms of Elental Creatures' lifespans, two years were but a blink of an eye for them.
The dialogue between the two Kings of Monsters concluded in an unusually calm and concise manner.
No argunts, no hesitation, an almost eerily high efficiency.
As they prepared to withdraw their respective subordinates towards their designated realms, the King of Yetis Aglon could not fully suppress a tinge of unease swelling within him.
His massive body paused slightly, turning his head, his erald eyes gazing at the churning magma within the Magma Giant, carrying a barely detectable depth.
But after a mont of silence, he rely said in a deep voice, "Let us hope our plan succeeds."
The King of the Lava Giants Karamos, with unwavering confidence, responded without any pause, a nearly domineering certainty echoing from his searing chest:
"Of course, we... will never allow failure!"
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As the two Kings of Monsters led their armies away, gradually retreating.
Within the ranks of the Yetis, one seemingly inconspicuous Yeti, "smaller" even than the others around it, suddenly bowed its head.
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