Suddenly appearing behind Wang Ye was a punishment from the eighteenth level of hell, branding!
"Let's see how you like the taste of fire first!"
As the voice of the light-colored robed offering sounded, the fiery, crimson pillar was mercilessly pressed against Wang Ye's back.
The massive crimson pillar touched Wang Ye's body in an instant, and a sinister smile immediately appeared on the face of the light-colored robed offering, along with a look of enjoyment.
It was as if he was preparing for the screams that Wang Ye was about to let out.
Hiss, hiss.
However, the imagined cries from the light-colored robed offering did not occur.
Ice covered Wang Ye's back.
Layers of frost resisted the heat from the crimson pillar.
Wang Ye raised his eyes and looked at the light-colored robed offering, smiling slightly: "Ice!"
