Whoosh!

Biting cold frost appeared out of thin air.

The ground, walls, trees, and cars froze in the blink of an eye, like a world of snow and ice had formed. The temperature plummeted, and it was so cold that one shivered with chattering teeth.

“It’s so cold!”

“Why is this ice-attributed technique so terrifying?”

The onlookers nearby initially wanted to stare and find out how things would end between Alex and Rakshasa Temple. Of course, some harbored different intentions, for instance, Fiona from the Demonic Spirit Cult and the disciples from the Snow Dragon Valley. They were trying to take Alex away to help them dispel spell formations in Dao fields.

Buzz!

Surprisingly, someone from Rakshasa Temple emitted golden light all over his body, unleashing holy light.

He ferociously smashed the frost sphere that Alex had thrown out with a glittering fist.

The man was none other than Mateo.

In his eyes, Alex’s strength was probably not strong. Compared to the spell formation that he