Time passed slowly.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour had gone by.
Under Liang Yuan's feet, a large layer of ice had completely formed.
Over at Zhao Kai's side, he was enveloped by ice fog, and even above him, snow started to fall.
This was because the temperature near his body was so low that the rain turned directly into snowflakes!
At this moment, everything around looked like the deep winter of the ninth lunar month.
The ground was covered with ice and snow, and Zhao Kai was still shrouded in ice fog.
Liang Yuan stood there, eyes closed, waiting.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked towards Zhao Kai.
He saw the fog around Zhao Kai's body rolling and boiling, rapidly contracting.
The temperature around was also quickly recovering.
In the blink of an eye, the fog dissipated completely, and Zhao Kai was already wearing a layer of ice-blue armor all over his body.
Even his head was covered with an ice-blue helmet.
