Fogg was chilling all over.

His legs had been frozen into icicles by Gaqiu's contact, and he was completely unconscious.

And the cold was still spreading further upwards from the legs.

Muscles stiffen as iron in the cold, nerves die in large shards in the cold, blood clots, and even bursts countless blood vessels after expanding in size.

However, in just a moment, Fogg was completely unaware of the existence of his lower body.

He could only feel the frost eroding further up his frozen thighs, nailing the bone-chilling chill deep into his body.

But now, in addition to the body, what feels even more cold is Fuge's soul.

He looked down in disbelief at the man who was clutching his ankle, his face turned pale:

"Gaqiu, you madman."

"You're... It's really that way. ”

Gachu did survive the virus.

Killing all the flesh and tissue infected with the virus at ultra-low temperatures sounds like an effective treatment for a strong man's broken wrist.

But Fogg knew very well that Gaqiu's current state was actually worse than his current self with his legs stuck in frost, ten thousand times worse.

Because this is not a strong man's broken wrist at all, but an outright suicidal act -

You know, Purple Smoke just poured the virus into it from the chest.

The first step of the virus entering the chest and abdomen where these organs are clustered is to infect the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, which are vital to the human body, and affect all imaginable life-sustaining systems.

If all these organs were frozen at ultra-low temperatures, Gachu would probably die faster than normal poison death.

Normal poisonous hair can survive for more than half a minute, and I am afraid that I can only live for a few seconds at most.

But Gachu did just that.

In order to prevent the virus from eroding upwards into the brain, and in order to maintain complete consciousness, he actually froze all the parts below his chest with ultra-low temperature.

The blood was cut off, the nerves were amputated, and now Gachu was simply a dead man.

But in the last seconds of his life, the dead man stubbornly maintained the clarity of consciousness and launched a final attack on Fuge.

"Proschut... Feel relieved... bar..."

"I would never... Let them... Bring... Ice cube... Go back..."

A muffled murmur rang out in Gachu's throat.

He reached out and grabbed Fugar tightly, and the cold air surging in his hand did not diminish in the slightest.

Seeing that Gaqiu, who was so seriously injured, was able to move and attack...

Just like seeing a seafood octopus with its head cut off and waving its tentacles, Fogg couldn't help but feel a thriller all over his body: "Monster." ”

He saw Gachu's will to transcend the limitations of life.

The energy of the avatar comes from the spirit, which is dependent on the physical body, but can transcend the physical body in some incomprehensible way.

Just like now, the body of Gaqiu, who is about to die, has burst out with that kind of spiritual power that transcends the shackles of the flesh.

This spiritual power was transformed into the power of the stand-in, and into the terrifying chill that emanated from Gaqiu's hands.

"Will die..."

"I'm going to die if I go on like this."

Fogg's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

He found himself underestimated.

At first, he only thought that Gaqiu was a proud villain who relied on a powerful stand-in to show off his might, but he didn't expect that this man's will would be as hard as his armor.

"The freeze is spreading too fast."

"My lower body was unconscious in an instant, no, damn it..."

Fogg was desperate to find that the enemy's deathly freeze was even more terrible than he had imagined.

At the moment when he had just hesitated because of Gaqiu's will, the cold air had already frozen his waist and abdomen upward.

Now he only has shoulders, arms, and his mind can move, and he can't even bend over and step his legs.

What's worse is that the stiffness of the body is fed back to the stand-in, and at this moment, Du Ziyan has also turned into an ice sculpture with unconscious legs, unable to move and unable to attack.

The ice sculpture was frozen two or three meters out of reach, and there were no tools at hand that could be useful at this time.

The stand-in ability is not something that can be lifted in the air, and it can be summoned to the side in an instant after it is removed - if there is such a good thing, everyone's stand-in will learn to "teleport".

Therefore, in this short and critical period of time, Ziyan couldn't help his body at all, and could only hang up on the sidelines.

"What to do..."

"Am I going to die with him like this?"

Fugar's face was extremely pale.

He couldn't imagine how he could get rid of Gaqiu and get rid of the cold air released by Gaqiu now, who could only wave his arms and turn his head.

He can't even bend his waist now, where is the way to stop it?

Do you want to wait for Gaqiu to die halfway if he can't hold on to it? Will this monster really hold on?

Fogg was faintly hopeless.

However, at this moment, he saw Naranga beside him, who was being supported by himself.

Naranga was still unconscious, and his body was completely under the influence of Gaqiu's cold air at this moment because it was too close to Fuge.

He was already covered with ice crystals, and now it was even worse because of the cold.

"No... Can't give up! ”

Fogg realizes that he is now carrying two lives.

Although he had not said it before, the moment Naranga attacked with the consciousness of death, Fogg had already sworn in his heart:

He must bring Naranga back alive.

This is a man's commitment.

Although he had never liked to fight or fight for his life before, now...

He has a reason to fight for his life!

Fogg's heart burned with an unprecedented fire of will.

His brain was spinning, and the entire kitchen environment was restored, reshaped, and examined in his mind.

He saw Kachu's hand barely holding his ankle, the unquenched fire on the ground, the iron pipes that had been frozen and deformed by the walls, and the extreme cold that had not yet dissipated.

Finally, between the lightning and flint, a flash of spiritual light flashed.

"The so-called enlightenment..."

Between life and death, Fogg couldn't help but think of what Giorno had to say by chance:

"It is to open up a bright path in the dark wilderness that we should take!"

With this realization in mind, Fogg lifted his hand, which was already covered with a layer of ice crystals.

Unable to move at all from the waist and abdomen down, he lowered his only movable head, opened his mouth and bit through his wrist.

The frozen skin on the outer layer of the wrist was bitten in an instant.

The teeth grinded through the frozen flesh like saws, chiseling downward through the arteries that had not yet cooled.

Fogg bit through his arteries in one bite, causing the still steaming high-pressure blood to burst out in the extreme cold.

Eventually, before the cold completely eroded into the chest and abdomen...

He raised his arm and threw the boiling blood into the metal pipe laid by the wall in the distance—

That's a gas pipe.

"That gas pipe was shrouded in ultra-low temperature cold not long ago, and the surface temperature is probably still in an extremely low state."

"And my blood is 37 degrees, and it's like a hot coal for the gas pipeline at the moment."

"It's like pouring hot water on the glass of a car when you remove snow, which will break the glass... The 'thermal shock resistance' of materials is limited, and when an object suddenly expands when it is heated and the deformation of each part is restricted from each other, resulting in thermal stress that exceeds the internal binding force of the object, the object will crack! ”

That's what Fogg came up with in a desperate situation.

He wants to use his blood to "shatter" the gas pipe that is still in an ultra-low temperature state, so that the natural gas inside can be released:

Methane, the main component of natural gas, has a boiling point as low as minus 161.6 degrees, which is just the aftermath of the cold air that blew on the pipes before, and I am afraid that it will not be able to liquefy the gas.

As long as the natural gas can be released, the flame on the ground that has not yet been extinguished can cause another gas deflagration.

"The blast of air from the deflagration will surely blow Naranga and me away."

"We can use this to get rid of the cold, and the deflagration at that distance should not kill us, but only seriously injure us."

After all this arrangement, Fogg glanced down at Gachu at his feet:

This terrible enemy, who never gave up until he died, unwittingly taught him some truths that he had always known, but never dared to practice or wanted to practice.

And by this time, the hot blood had been poured into the gas pipeline.

The metal pipe wall, which had long been frozen and brittle, cracked in an instant at this moment, and the sound of unpleasant gas leakage sounded instantly.

Almost visible to the naked eye...

The "wind" that blew out of the pipe blew straight onto the flames burning on the ground.

Facing the sudden wave of flames, Fogg closed his eyes.

......................................

Half a minute later.

Fogg helped Naranga stagger out of the bar.

The bar was already in shambles, and the flames inside were spreading dramatically due to the gas explosion.

The injuries on Fugar and Naranga were even more devastating.

In fact, Fogg was able to take Naranga out of it with the strength to come out of this, thanks to Gachu.

For one, the thick layer of ice that Gachu had frozen out of their bodies in the cold air had somewhat served as frost armor, helping them greatly reduce the damage caused by the gas blast.

Second, after Gachu's death, all of the White Album's abilities were removed.

All the ice cubes generated by their abilities disappeared, and Fugar and Naranga, who were almost covered in frost and made up of ice sculptures, barely regained their mobility.

Although the severe frostbite was still there, they were at least barely able to move after being freed from the frost.

Because of this, Fogg was able to get the unconscious Naranga out before the fire intensified.

"Fogg..."

At this time, Naranga, who was thawing on his body, also happened to regain consciousness.

He opened his eyes and saw Fuge's embarrassed face, and subconsciously asked, "The situation... How's it going? ”

"It's all right, Naranga."

"It's us who wins, and we've defeated that invincible guy!"

Fogg said to Naranga so excitedly.

"Win? Great..."

Naranga sighed in rejoicing.

He finally let go of the instinctive vigilance and relaxed to enjoy the hard-won victory.

Exhausted, both now just want to get some rest.

"Wait..."Naranga suddenly thought of something: "Fogg, where's the ice?" ”

“.......”

Fogg fell silent suddenly:

The ice that they threw away before had long since been engulfed by the explosion.

And just now, the flames spread everywhere, and the lives of the two were in danger, and it was impossible for him to take the ice out of the fire under such a serious injury.

"Ice..."

"I still haven't been able to get it..."

Fogg let out a long sigh, his expression extremely complicated.

Looking at the bar, which had turned into a sea of fire, he suddenly couldn't see clearly...

Did you win or lose?