In that brief moment of shock, it reached his palm.
A sharp pain shot through his hand. Alarmed, Qin Fang dropped the bamboo pole. SNAP! It shattered.
He glanced down and saw a layer of blue frost spreading across his palm.
His Qi Blood rushed to the area, but its flow felt distinctly sluggish as it reached his hand. Then, with a CRACK, the blue frost shattered. His palm looked unharmed.
But a searing, fiery pain erupted along the edge of his hand, feeling as if it had penetrated straight to the bone.
Qin Fang gasped.
'That was just from the coldness traveling through the pole, and it frostbit my hand?'
'If I had jumped in myself, wouldn't I have been turned into an ice sculpture instantly?!'
At this point, Qin Fang completely abandoned the idea of entering for now.
'This is undoubtedly the power of a Divine Domain.'
There was absolutely no way for him to get his hands on it right now.
Shaking his head, Qin Fang could only turn and leave.
