Creaaaaak—
Creeeeaaak—
Anything in front, be it weeds, trees, or soil, was completely frozen!
Turned into ice!
Even the air's temperature instantly dropped; it's impossible to calculate how many degrees below zero.
Coincidentally, a gust of wind blew through:
Crack, crack!
The branches snapped completely.
This is the outcome of freezing. Physically speaking, at minus seventy degrees, even steel breaks on contact, and a person's ear would fall off with a touch. One can imagine the terror of freezing.
Fang Yu swallowed, gripping the Water Cold Sword tightly.
Murmuring to himself, "Can I... can I recover this sword?"
Of course, this was just wishful thinking.
He never expected the Water Cold Sword, having evolved into a Spiritual Artifact, to become so powerful. If it advanced to a Holy Artifact, just how powerful would it be?
"Let's try the fire attribute next!"
