The cold wind in the sky enveloped the ice and snow, quickly pulling away the temperature in the air, pinching and blasting the air to catch the giant hand of the ice bird, under the gaze of Althea, countless ice crystals formed at the joints, these ice crystals were harder than steel, jamming the movement of the arm, delaying for a moment for the explosion of power that was about to hit him.

At the same time, the runes on Athea's honor guard bloomed with a crystal holy light, and the wings of the ice bird under his feet suddenly opened, raising his head and swallowing the cold air that surrounded him for a hundred meters.

Chapter 67 of "The Fantasy Prototype of the Moon": Ward Rounds are being hand-hit, please wait a while,

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