Lai Xiaole and Song Xiaojia hid inside the faint golden shield radiating from Zhang Wenhui's body. They couldn't feel anything, but they saw Zheng Nan in the corner, his body instantly covered by a layer of white frost.
The air in the hall grew colder and colder, even the walls were turning white with frost.
Zhang Wenhui's face was full of hesitation. Looking at Song Xiaojia and Lai Xiaole, he said, "Girl, the Lord of Ghosts has gone mad. What he's using is 'Heaven-annihilating Earth-destroying' from the Extreme Demon World. I'm afraid this chill will soon burst out, and the people outside will suffer."
Song Xiaojia was stunned and said, "Captain Zhang, then I'll go out and tell them to retreat at once."
Zhang Wenhui gave a wry smile and shook his head. "Too late. Even I can't resist this cold. Let alone you."
