The frost was like a crystal art that had appeared out of nowhere. The Bewitching Magic Spider had turned into the most precious sculpture of the art. Its fury, its ferocious aura as a Warrior-level creature, its unstoppable murderous intent were still lingering around it...
But it was now motionless. His life force had disappeared instantly.
Everything in the vicinity was covered with a layer of frost now. The pond was now a shattered mirror. The stalks of grass had become some fragile, rigid objects. The rocks were turned into ice cubes. Under the moonlight, the whole place was enchanted with a still, icy aura.
Mo Fan eyes were wide. He still could not believe the power that the arrow had unleashed!
