With the severing of those black threads, Bernardino's flame of life gradually extinguished.
The spiritual bodies bound by the Paper Princess would probably soon perish and shatter as well.
…In that case, why not let them fully exert their remaining value?
After a moment's thought, Annan raised his right hand and chanted softly.
"Frost for the wheel… spiritual bodies for the road."
As Annan's chanting ended, five clusters of blue crystal-colored transparent flames flickered to life at his fingertips and then died down. A hollow and ornate Wheel of Frost flew out from his palm like a frisbee and rapidly expanded in midair.
Accompanied by the crackling sounds of ice axles breaking and immediately regenerating, the Wheel of Frost landed, leaving behind tire-like white frost marks on the ground.
After leaving his hand, the wheel returned and struck one after another against the spiritual bodies trapped in the cages.
