From under the snow and ice, Terry made several earth walls and emerge and when the enemies used their Frost Breath, he used four walls to block them. The temperature began to decrease and the walls began to freeze, but nothing else happened.

With a surge of determination and a newfound sense of urgency, Terry took action. Abandoning his previous caution, he unleashed a torrent of earth manipulation that verged on the frenzied. He conjured and shaped walls of earth at a blinding pace, each formed barrier smashing into the monsters one after the other with astonishing speed.

The creatures, seemingly taken off guard by this onslaught, attempted to flee in a desperate bid to escape the relentless assault. However, their attempts were futile. Terry’s unleashed barrage was unrelenting, his precision unerring. One by one, the monsters were crushed under the weight of the earth walls, their attempts to escape cut short as they were struck down.

As the chaos unfolded, Terry couldn’t help but marvel at the efficacy of his actions. This method, less conventional than his usual tactics, seemed to yield even greater results. It dawned on him that perhaps his previous attempts at stealth had been inadvertently hindering his capabilities. Being overt and swift in his attacks appeared to catch the enemies off guard, allowing him to exploit their weaknesses more effectively.

Yet, even as he dispatched the ice spirits with a ruthless efficiency, Terry’s triumph was short-lived. More monsters appeared on the horizon, drawn by the commotion and the fate of their fallen kin. The battleground quickly became a flurry of activity as these newcomers joined the fray. At the same time, the temperature began to drop insanely fast.

"Just how cold are those fuckers?" Terry wondered.

Terry knew that the portal was changing the environment, but the monsters once again were helping with that as well. Still, while the weapon was leveling up, and his magic defense was increasing, he didn’t find any relief.

"This is suspicious..." Terry thought while running his chin thoughtfully. "Are they emitting all of their energy even after death to drop the temperature?"

Terry’s battle against the ice spirits was taking an unexpected turn, and he soon realized a disturbing pattern. The chill in the air seemed to intensify, and with it, the strength of the enemies surged. It became evident that the frigid environment was directly linked to the growing power of these foes.

This realization sent a shiver down Terry’s spine. The escalating cold wasn’t just a byproduct of the monsters’ presence; it was a deliberate strategy. The enemies’ objective appeared to be twofold – not only to harness the power of the icy environment but also to harness it against Terry himself.

The connection between the temperature and the monsters’ strength became clear: the colder it got, the more potent and formidable they became. It was a chilling strategy, designed to weaken Terry’s resolve while bolstering the enemies’ own might.

As he fought on, Terry grappled with this revelation. It was an unsettling notion – an enemy that could manipulate the very environment to their advantage, turning it into a weapon against him. He couldn’t help but wonder how this was possible, especially given the nature of his trait.

Terry’s trait was supposed to siphon the mana of defeated enemies, enhancing his weapons and powers. Yet, this scenario posed a puzzle. How could the enemies channel the cold and the environment itself to grow stronger? It seemed to defy the very principles he understood about his trait.

Amid the battle, Terry’s mind raced, seeking an explanation that could unravel the mystery. He fought not only against the physical manifestations of his enemies but also against the enigma of their methods.

In the end, Terry confirmed that one troublesome and cunning overlord was waiting for him on the other side of the portal. Still, he was fine with that... once the smart ones run out of ideas, they quickly corner themselves on a corner. At the same time, such cunning showed that they needed tricks because they didn’t have confidence in their skill.

"Well, let’s see who gives up first, then..." Terry thought as he saw dozens of enemies approaching in the distance.

As the fierce battle against the ice spirits raged on, Terry found himself locked in a tumultuous struggle against the elements and the formidable foes. The icy winds howled, the landscape transformed into a frozen battlefield, and the monsters relentlessly pressed their advantage. But within the heart of this tumult, a turning point emerged.

Terry’s determination and adaptability carried him through the onslaught. Each move, each strategy was meticulously calculated, each action guided by his evolving understanding of the adversaries he faced. His mastery of his newfound weapon played a pivotal role, as he channeled his energy and intent through its form.

Yet, there was a variable he had initially overlooked – the very nature of his weapon itself. As the battle unfolded, Terry began to notice subtle shifts, subtle enhancements that his weapon offered. Resistance nullification, an attribute he hadn’t fully explored before, came to the fore. With each passing moment, the connection between the leveled-up weapon and his enhanced magical attacks became more apparent.

The interplay between these two newfound capabilities was a revelation. The resistance nullification paired seamlessly with his growing magical prowess, amplifying his offensive capabilities. The weapon’s parameter, like magic attack, seemed to synergize effortlessly, resulting in attacks that were not just powerful, but increasingly devastating.

As the battle drew to a close, Terry found himself standing amidst the aftermath of his victory. The ice spirits had been defeated, their icy realm shattered. It was a triumph borne from a combination of skill, determination, and the symbiotic relationship between his evolving abilities and the weapon he wielded.

"Still... it looks like the cold won’t disappear anytime soon, even though the monsters have been dealt with..." Terry thought while he was trembling all over and his lips were blue. "If I leave now... they will be back tomorrow and things will be worse... but I suppose this is fine."