The good thing about the Ice-Petals of the Frozen Lotus was the fact that its freezing effect permeated everything.
The Magical Monsters wanted to pounce the now vulnerable Rebornian army. With the flames gone, they could easily breach through the bulwark and reach those weak humans and make them into supper.
However, the frost reached them too. Their movements slowed, with the cold making their bodies shiver uncontrollably.
The only reason they hadn't frozen to death was their natural defenses as a creature at the same level as a Nascent Spirit cultivator.
Meanwhile, Michael looked at his soldiers with an earnest look.
They struggled. Freezing, they could hardly even raise their swords. And even when they tried to conjure up flames, the frost would immediately snuff out any warmth that they created.
Soon, their feet began to freeze. Their complexion, turning entirely blue.
Gone were their thoughts of camaraderie, of unity, of friendship. The frost took them all.
