Rakshasa saw his ice layer being rapidly sliced apart without any expression.

Clearly, he knew very well how difficult Klein was to deal with.

Therefore, he didn't expect to succeed in killing Klein.

However, he couldn't allow Klein to continue his work.

Therefore, a pair of shriveled hands casually made a gesture in the air.

In an instant, massive ice spikes grew out from the spot where the previous wave of Vacuum Strikes had struck.

The ice spikes grew at an extremely fast speed. At the crack, on the ice walls on both sides, the ice spikes collided with each other, extending from far to near.

From afar, it looked as though countless ice spikes had appeared in the crack, repairing the crack.

If there were people in the crack, they would probably be pierced into pieces by the dense icicles in an instant.

These newly formed icicles had only one purpose, and that was to try their best to block the speed of the Vacuum Strike.

The previously solid ice could be easily broken by the Vacuum Strike, and these newly formed icicles would definitely not be a problem for the Vacuum Strike.

As expected, these newly formed ice spikes didn't even last a second before they were cut in half by the Vacuum Strike.

After being cut in half, the ice spikes grew back, and after they grew back, they were cut in half again. This cycle repeated itself, as though it was sending Klein's Vacuum Strike to his head.

But was it really like that?

At this moment, Klein frowned.

'What a cunning demon beast! He actually used such a method to stop the speed of the Vacuum Strike's advance. I have to say, this method is really good.'

If the Ice Hell had just begun, this method wouldn't have been effective at all. That was because each of his Vacuum Strikes had an attack range of more than seven to eight meters. At this forward range, he would only need about three strikes to reach Rakshasa. But now, the ice layer had reached more than twenty meters.

'At this distance, no matter how powerful my Vacuum Strikes are, I still need four to five strikes. But if he doesn't have any enemies, these four to five strikes are nothing to him. But the key is that Rakshasa won't allow itself to consume a large amount of magic and be pierced through just like that. Therefore, this ice spike is Rakshasa's counterattack. Through the consumption of energy along the way, when it finally reaches the last Vacuum Strike, the power of this Vacuum Strike will also be depleted to an extremely low level.'

'At this extremely low level, it's already a miracle that they managed to open up a distance of one meter. However, the best outcome would be to form a perfect harmony with Rakshasa's solid ice. That is to say, no one would be able to defeat the other, and no one would be able to break through to the other. In the end, we can only compete in magic.'

With this in mind, Klein knew very well that he couldn't continue like this.

Otherwise, once he entered a prolonged battle, the magic in his body might not be comparable to Rakshasa's.

He couldn't underestimate a tier 9 Rakshasa.

After all, these demon beasts had accumulated magic for millions of years. Therefore, the magic in their bodies had probably long reached a level that Klein couldn't even hope to reach.

Of course, he couldn't underestimate the magic in Klein's body either. After all, the magic in the bodies of others, who had just been bestowed with a magic seed, would be thankful if they had one percent of Klein's magic.

Most of them didn't even have any decent magic.

In other places, this situation might not be considered outstanding.

But in the catacombs world, where there were almost no magic skills, Klein's magic was extremely valuable!

After all, if Klein hadn't obtained so many opportunities, he probably wouldn't have accumulated so much savings.

That was because he had only been practicing magic for a few months.

Just as Klein was deep in thought...

Rakshasa made another move.

His shriveled hand clenched into a fist in the air.

Following that, a rich spell was formed in his hand.

After it was formed, Rakshasa suddenly loosened his grip.

In an instant, the ice layer changed.

It was as though something was about to happen above the massive ice layer.

The entire ice layer began to shake.

Amidst the shaking, the surface of the ice layer continuously produced cracking sounds.

It was as though they were naughty children during the Spring Festival. Each of them held a box of firecrackers and wiped them on the box before casually throwing them away. Following that, there was a loud explosion.

The scene was even denser at that moment, as though countless firecrackers had exploded in an instant.

The dense explosion alarmed Klein.

Klein looked at the ice and revealed a serious expression.

He knew very well that Rakshasa would never do something useless.

He definitely had a backup plan.

Then, looking at the huge cannon barrels that appeared above the ice, Klein immediately guessed what Rakshasa was planning to do!

"Damn it, is this fellow planning to use the ice to attack from a distance?"

Perhaps it was to answer Klein's Vacuum Strikes.

Above the ice, with the final explosion, cannon barrels extended out.

They were all aimed at Klein at a thirty-degree angle!

There was a twenty-five-meter-long ice layer. At a glance, there were at least a hundred huge cannon barrels on the ice.

These cannon barrels were about the thickness of a thigh. There was no base, only a black muzzle.

On these barrels, there seemed to be some strange patterns.

On these patterns, there were faint traces of magic.

Some were green, some were red, and some were gray...

Clearly, these barrels weren't ordinary barrels, but cannons with magic attributes.

A cannon barrel that was familiar with magic was definitely much stronger than an ordinary cannon barrel.

The endless stream of magic energy made it impossible to guard against.

Klein only took a glance and couldn't help but gasp.

As for the others who were running away, Klein was in the front, preventing them from continuing to cast his magic.

Therefore, when they ran to a safe distance, they turned their heads to look.

At that moment, they happened to see cannon barrels that were as thick as thighs appearing above the ice.

These cannon barrels were aimed at Klein.

As people who had crossed over to the past in the modern era, they naturally knew what they were.

They were old-fashioned ship cannons from the era of great navigation in the last century!

Although these were old antiques to them, and they could only be seen in movies, the number in front of them was too large.

They were densely packed, almost covering the entire ice layer.

With such numbers, they could completely cause a qualitative change.

Therefore, even if these cannons were outdated, once they were activated, it would truly be world-destroying!

At the thought of this, someone couldn't help but gulp.

"Holy shit, what the hell is this? So many cannons are aiming at Klein. Could it be that he wants to blow him up?"