Chapter 146 Great Idea

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The air was filled with a bone-chilling cold, which could be a psychological effect on Lyle or the manifestation of the wielded Ice Magic Power, or perhaps both.

The manipulator seemed as if he had just stepped out of a sauna room, with ribbons of white smoke rising from his body like satin streamers; that was the solidified Magic Power. Just like the small cluster of ice spikes at the tip of his Magic Wand, shining with a sharp glint, it was as if a blade raised to pierce straight into Lyle's eye sockets.

"Do you think you can stop me and Mr. Plague Doctor alone, Manipulator? We will defeat you before your brother creates something capable of turning the tide."