In the center of the crater, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared.

A strong cold wind blew out violently from inside and hit the person's body like a cold and piercing knife.

A group of monks standing on the edge of the crater sneezed one after the other.

"Dead ...... Cold"

"What the hell! Young Master Ben is cold to death! ”

Feeling that the cold air of the air was about to solidify the blood, everyone used the spiritual power around them one after another

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