Stimulating the Ice Blood

"Damn it!"

Dean clenched his fist and rushed forward. His heart was getting colder and colder. If he continued his escape like this, it would only delay the time of his death as he wouldn't be able to shake off the youth's pursuit.

"Flying won't work, running also won't work. I'll be caught sooner or later. I need to hide." Dean was tense and broke into a cold sweat. Ways to hide flashed through his mind, but he denied it one after another.

He was not familiar with the youth's ability. If the youth also had a thermal vision, it would be a dead end even if he drilled into the mire. It was a ridiculous way to die.

"Ahh!" Another scream came from behind — it was Rosemary's.

Dean was getting tenser.

This sound was much closer!

His pupils contracted and his face was getting paler. Anxious and desperate, feeling that death was gradually approaching toward him.