"Puff puff puff!"
The sound arose, and ice flowers bloomed one after another.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of ice flowers bloomed, and a large amount of cold began to penetrate the body, freezing his organs.
Until a moment later.
"Boom!"
A terrifying wave of heat swept up, flames soared to the sky.
The ice flowers shattered, the white frost melted directly.
Count Engel's figure walked out from the ice.
His gaze turned to the side.
At this moment, Michael also had a flame rising up, though the melting speed of the frost was a bit slower, but after a moment, the cold quickly dissipated, and Michael's figure also appeared.
But compared to Count Engel's calmness, Michael was a bit breathless.
Clearly, for him, breaking free from the ice's grasp was no small consumption.
"Michael, how are you?"
Count Engel looked at Michael, speaking with a touch of concern.
"I'm fine, Young Master Thor's cold is just too terrifying. I almost couldn't escape."
