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Watching Shen Feng rush into the midst of the blue flames, Gu Hengyuan and the others exchanged glances.
Just then, a cluster of ice flames came close, and Xia Baikang reached out to touch it gently.
But the moment his palm touched the ice flames, his expression drastically changed, and he quickly withdrew his hand, stepping back several paces.
His right hand, the one he stretched out, was instantly covered with a thick layer of ice; the entire palm was severely frostbitten, even the blood flow within was impaired.
If he had retracted it any later, his right hand might have been beyond saving.
He had not expected such extreme cold ice power within a small cluster of blue flames.
"Grandfather, are you okay?" Xia Muyan asked anxiously.
