Annan's right hand stretched out, pale to the point of being nearly transparent.
The cold breath discharged made his sleeve flutter in the air.
Five crystal-colored transparent flames ignited at Annan's fingertips, and a very light ice-blue spell array emerged between his fingers, then quickly disappeared, leaving only a ripple-like ring of water.
After Annan flung it out, the ring expanded rapidly in midair and condensed into ice.
It was a gigantic, hollow Wheel of Frost.
A beautiful wheel of light made up of interwoven ice-blue light lines.
A mysterious glow shimmered inside it, solidifying into frost upon contact with the air, the frost patterns continually expanding and spreading.
When the wheel of light touched the ground, a layer of shattered frost immediately appeared on the surface.
It was like crushed grass carved out of white crystal—
Before this, Gerald suddenly looked up, locking eyes with the players and guards at the door: "Patient—" he yelled.
