But just at this moment, an extreme cold emanated from the tip of the Fire-tipped Lance, rapidly spreading upwards.
In the blink of an eye, the Fire-tipped Lance was covered in thick Ice Crystals, even freezing the relentless flames on it.
Nezha wanted to let go, but it was too late; his arm was frozen by the cold, and it quickly spread to his chest and abdomen.
Just as the spider silk was about to enshroud him, a massive shockwave in space blew the silk away.
Xue An appeared behind Nezha, grabbed his shoulder, and fiercely pulled him back.
Crack.
The Ice Crystal shattered, and then Xue An escaped to a distant place with Nezha.
With the source of cold lost, the Ice Crystal on Nezha was like unsupported water, melting away in an instant.
Yet Nezha's face was full of frost.
That strike had embarrassed the inherently proud Nezha, prompting him to act again.
Xue An stopped him, shaking his head.
Nezha reluctantly held back his anger, standing quietly without speaking.
