A layer of ice immediately froze on Mick's body, and Power Source 1 instantly lost its vitality, and although it had not completely stopped running, its speed had dropped to 5% of its normal state.

If it weren't for the accumulation of divine power still wandering in his body, indirectly resisting most of the power of ice and snow, this terrifying low temperature alone could have caused his internal organs to fail immediately, and he would have died on the spot.

Although Mick did not die for a while, he had completely lost his combat effectiveness, his mind became extremely dull, and he was very slow to respond to information from the outside world.

He wanted to contact the Divine Eye in the Spirit Sea, but that Divine Eye seemed to have been completely frozen and had lost contact with him.

Mick knew that it was not that the Divine Eye was frozen, but that the strength of his whole body, including his spiritual power, was about to stand still, and he had lost the medium of communication, so he naturally couldn't get in touch with the Divine Eye.

"Is this the power of the Holy Order? It's terrifying...... Mick thought blankly.

"I still have a lot to do, I haven't made it to the top, I haven't seen Beckman crawling at my feet, I haven't figured out what happened ten years ago, I haven't seen Andrea ......"

"I'm really unwilling...... Mick's heart shrank at the thought of Andrea, and then quickly fell silent and stopped beating.

"And Ilona...... Is she okay? What happened to her tonight? I'm sorry I haven't been able to see you......"

The last spark pulsed in Mick's mind, and then the world gradually lost its color, as if the night was missing the starry sky, and it was terrifyingly dark.

The boy quietly watched as Mick was frozen into an ice sculpture, and instead of the slightest joy, he frowned. Mick's heart stopped beating and he couldn't breathe, but the boy could still feel his source of life not dissipating.

"How can this happen?" the boy muttered in confusion, and then added an eleventh level magic "Absolute Cold", the cold wind in the field became irritable again, and the wooden staircase next to it was too brittle to bear its own weight, and it collapsed with a bang.

Mick's source of life gradually dissipated in the terrifying cold.

"I didn't see the hell," the boy breathed a sigh ......of relief and smiled with satisfaction.

However, at this moment, Mick's body suddenly lit up with a magical light, like a six-pointed star, and like an uncomplicated magic array.

"What is this?" The young man walked up to Mick and looked at it, and was stunned for a moment: "This is a spatial coordinate!"

"Why did the coordinates suddenly light up? No, someone locked on to him from another dimension!" the boy suddenly reacted and exclaimed, "Damn, someone is coming, why hasn't this guy Mick died yet?"

The boy didn't know what would come out of another dimension, but what could shuttle back and forth in the interface space wouldn't be a good thing, maybe it would be a monster from a different interface.

And the only way to stop the other party from teleporting in space is to destroy the coordinates, that is, to kill Mick completely!

A touch of anger appeared on the young man's face, he closed his hands, and when he opened them again, a dazzling magical light shone between his hands, and a lightsaber appeared in his hand.

This lightsaber is actually a massive amount of metallic magic compressed together, enough to slice through most of the things on this interface, and once pierced into the human body, the magic will spread out in all directions, stirring everything into powder.

Of course, such magic is very dangerous to cast, and the slightest mistake can blow the caster to pieces. Without super magical control, this is definitely an excellent skill for suicide.

The boy gritted his lightsaber, gritted his teeth, and stabbed Mick into the heart.

Just as the lightsaber touched Mick's body, the coordinates on his chest suddenly melted like summer chocolate, and the space in front of him melted along with it.

"This ...... How is that possible?"

Under the young man's extremely shocked gaze, a small white hand stretched out from the melting space like lightning and gently grasped the falling lightsaber.

The terrible lightsaber was so concussed that it not exploded, but became much more stable, like a vicious wild dog that met a lion and immediately picked up its tail.

Immediately after that, the tender little hand squeezed lightly, and the sharp lightsaber was immediately crushed, and the metallic magic that scattered and fled was like a small knife, cutting the melted spatial crack bigger and bigger.

When the spatial crack expanded several times, a fiery red figure jumped out of it lightly.

"Lady of Flames, Kelicia!" the boy exclaimed, and immediately flew back a few meters, watching her every move with alarm.

Kellysia looked at her surroundings and frowned, "I don't like these white flowers and cold things. ”

As she spoke, a ball of flames suddenly appeared on her body, spreading overwhelmingly, and the ice and snow world, which had been invincible before, quickly faded under the baptism of these flames, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

There was a crisp sound of shattering, the sound of the realm being forcibly broken. Kellysia actually broke through the boy's realm the moment she appeared.

"You ......" the young man's face became extremely ugly, as gloomy as if he were about to go to the next storm.

Ignoring his reaction at all, Kellysia gave birth to a slender jade finger and lightly touched Mick's forehead, and a scorching force ran down the finger, frantically rushing into Mick's body, freezing everywhere she went.

The power source of the recovery, No. 1, is like a beast that has suddenly broken free from its shackles and runs wildly. Mick's eyes suddenly burst out and he woke up, and all he could do was feel the blood boiling all over his body, and blood spurting out of his nostrils like a waterfall.

Mick subconsciously covered his nose, but he couldn't stop bleeding at all. As a last resort, he could only cast a second-level magic "Freezing Technique" on his nose to temporarily freeze his entire nose.

"Hmph, your body is really weak......," Kellysia snorted disdainfully.

Nonsense, Lao Tzu is only two levels, you actually injected me with ninth-level power, and it is already a talent to not be blown up on the spot!

Mick muttered in his heart, but he didn't dare to say these words for real, after all, no one knew how the mad woman would react, and he didn't want to die again, and he would be burned alive.

By this time, Mick finally had time to see what was in front of him, and it was indeed Kellysia who had saved him, but she was very different from when they first met, how to say it? She was very embarrassed, very embarrassed.

Kellysia's fiery red dress was torn apart, and the small amount of fabric was now only enough to cover important parts.

A large chunk of her long fiery red hair had been burned, her white body was covered with fine wounds, and the fire butterflies that danced around her had disappeared, as if she had been shipwrecked......

Mick wanted to laugh, but under Kellysia's knife-like gaze, he didn't show any schadenfreude.

Since he couldn't focus on Kelicia, he could only look at the other person, the teenager who almost killed him.

Mick looked at the boy with a smile, just as the boy had looked at him a few minutes ago.

Seeing that malicious smile, the young man chuckled in his heart and subconsciously took half a step back.

"Aha, this ...... Grandpa, can you tell me what happened ten years ago?"

"Grandpa?!" the young man was stunned, his heart was burning with anger, but Kellysia was watching from the side, the young man was not sure about her relationship with Mick, and he didn't dare to make the slightest move, for fear that this crazy woman had the wrong tendon and came to take his life.

"You don't want to say it?" Seeing that the young man blushed but didn't speak, Mick sneered: "So, I had to ask Lord Kellysia to burn you to death, I heard that it hurts, do you really not think about it anymore?"

"Damn it......" Looking at Mick's face of a serf turning over and singing (villain's ambition), the young man was suddenly angry, but he also had a hint of ominous premonition in his heart.

"Do you really want to tell that story?, but it may be a more miserable death......" The young man was at war in his heart, and it was difficult to decide for a moment between "dying soon" and "dying even more miserably after a while."