The scattered cold flames around him were so fine that they almost blurred his vision. Some of the cold flames collided with the red flames, making sizzling sounds, and disappeared entirely without even a wisp of white smoke. However, a massive sense of crisis soon welled up inside him. After realizing that Mol was not among the flames, he started to feel anxious, and it was only then that he realized he had been tricked.
A silent roar came from above, followed by an immense pressure.
The icy, bone-chilling sensation couldn't be entirely blocked by the flames, and when he looked up, he saw a figure wrapped in Blue Cold Flames—it was Mol.
