Arrows of frost flew all over the icy cold ring. The bone-numbing coldness spread with the arrows, crystallizing on the ground. The water molecules in the air froze, turning into icy powder scattered by the wind and falling onto the ground. Even the cold sweat on Ye Qingxuan’s body froze, turning into a thin layer of frost. It stuck to his skin, melting from the heat of his blood…
Ye Qingxuan panted heavily. He started hating that the circle was only a few dozen steps in diameter. Following Charles’s orders and dodging Edmund’s frost arrows took up all his focus.
The downside to Frost was that the effect wore off quickly. As an arrow, it was powerless after going more than ten meters.