The great fire burned this mountain, and the flames were not ordinary; some of the plants on the mountain turned directly to ash.
The inch-haired man sneered, "Courting death."
The inch-haired man was about to leave, convinced that Chu Hao was already dead.
"Zero Degree Ice Seal."
An ethereal voice echoed, and before the mountain-consuming flames were extinguished, this small space was invaded by a terrifying cold current.
Even the flames were frozen.
The inch-haired man was startled, and as the cold current approached, he felt extreme cold. If he didn't retreat at this moment, he would be frozen like the flames.
Looking at Chu Hao ahead, the inch-haired man noticed that his clothes and face had sparkling ice crystals, and his body emitted cold white smoke.
The inch-haired man frowned, impressed by the scene of fire frozen in all directions, and began to take Chu Hao seriously, asking, "What's your name?"
