The cold air assailed them.
Yang Qinglan's hair wavered without wind as she was about to employ "Giant Mouth Bird Style: Temperature Regulation," but Li Changzhou stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
"There's no need to waste 'Ability' on this level of cold," he said.
Yang Qinglan nodded, and a refreshing breeze passed by in a flash before the cold assaulted them once again.
"We're feeling cold from this far away, how about that battleship? Won't the muzzles be frozen?" Li Qianxia asked, her breath visible in the air.
No sooner had she finished speaking than Zhu Xiongjie aboard the gunboat threw a punch.
Bang!
At high noon, when the temperature and sunlight are usually at their peak, a burst of fire erupted, covering everything with bright light.
The heat wave was intense, as if the sun had descended upon the sea!
