The intense cold made Chen Mu's mind surprisingly clear. He was so close to Butchie that he could reach out and touch her. He was too close; he saw the terror in her gaze clearly through the mask, though he felt no satisfaction in his heart. Chen Mu brandished his fists almost unconsciously!
A light green glow enveloped his right hand and formed into a green energy cone around his fist. Because the ice wing, which he had originally had no way to deconstruct, was now so near, it finally appeared complete in fine detail in his black and white world. Chen Mu's fist crashed hard to block the blue ice wing in front of Butchie.
