The overlord's movements suddenly slowed down. He struggled desperately, trying to shake off those serpent-like streams of water, but it was to no avail.
Soon, one of the serpent-like water streams crawled onto his face and drilled into his mouth.
The overlord's body froze, and then, as if he had been electrocuted, he began to convulse violently—this state lasted for about ten seconds before his towering figure crashed down, raising a large cloud of dust.
"Is he dead?"
"No, he's just frozen." Candle Dragon glanced at Sun Hang, "Cold? Do you need me to lend you my scarf?"
Sun Hang glanced at the thick wool scarf, a thin layer of frost had already formed on the fabric, and the cold it emitted was far more intense than the surrounding air... Wrapping this thing around his neck would probably only have the opposite effect.
"Forget it, a man lending a scarf to another man always feels a bit awkward." Sun Hang directly refused.
