Babble On The Meteorolite

On the isolated meteorite where rocks were piling up, Shi Yan sat cross-legged on the hard and cold ground. He closed his eyes to adjust his power. He had only a dark blue cloak on his naked body.

Not far from him, on a round, icy rock lay Feng Rao under the same colored cloak. Her snow-white arms extended out under the garment. Apparently, she had fainted and now was sleeping.

An ice rock froze her and the round rock she was laying on. This ice was five meters thick. A faint white cold mist arose. Extreme cold air permeated everywhere.

This was the Ice Cold Flame's work.

Since Feng Rao had the Third Sky of King God Realm cultivation base, even if Shi Yan had hurt her badly, she still had the power to resist. He begrudgingly had to use the cold energy of the Ice Cold Flame to seal her. Otherwise, when she woke up, she would wreak havoc everywhere. When that happened, it would be too much trouble to deal with her.