Their organized formation disintegrated into a panicked, screaming mob.
They stumbled, fell, and tried to flee, but the crystals were everywhere.
By the time the full realization of the massive, devastating attack struck their collective minds, the ice crystals had already surged quite a bit resulting in a deadly harvest.
Like this, almost more than half of the three-thousand-strong Yeti army died within seconds, their bodies pierced and pinned by the new, terrifying landscape.
the other half consisted of the injured ones or the ones who had been just out of the skill's 500-meter range by almost a hair's breadth,
were left reeling in utter panic, their formations shattered, their morale destroyed.
The S-rank boss, the Tribe Leader, who had earlier been confidently anticipating the hunt of the powerful human, witnessed the instantaneous decimation of its army.
Its rage escalated to an unimaginable degree, like there was no limit to its fury.
