Luo Chuan sat behind the counter, looking at his Magic Phone. The screen displayed the scene within the System Space.
After swallowing a candy, Black Scale's body suddenly stiffened.
White frost gradually formed over his surface. Amid the ghastly pale chill mist, transparent solid ice slowly spread at a visible rate.
In barely a dozen seconds, he had turned into a transparent ice sculpture.
Through the layer of ice, one could even clearly see the expressions in every one of Black Scale's eyes.
It was strange and absurd, yet possessed an indescribable aesthetic beauty, like a great work of art.
Soul Lock quietly watched the scene unfolding before him.
There was only curiosity in his eyes.
Yes, only curiosity, without any other superfluous emotion.
He could sense that Black Scale had not encountered any danger to his life. Even his Soul Power was rising and solidifying at an astonishing speed.
Several minutes later, the ice sculpture before him finally stirred.
A faint cracking sound rang out. A tiny fissure appeared on the sculpture's surface and rapidly spread at a visible rate, covering the entire sculpture in an instant.
Then it shattered with a bang, turning into crystalline dust that filled the sky and glittered like stars.
Black Scale appeared once more.
Soul Lock reached out and roughly gestured. Compared to before, the solid form Black Scale had condensed had shrunk by at least half.
Though he could achieve the same result if he controlled it himself, the two were entirely different concepts.
Black Scale was still somewhat dazed, seemingly not having realized what had happened.
It was not until Soul Lock tossed over a black mist bomb that exploded in his face that he abruptly came back to his senses.
"What happened just now?" Soul Lock asked.
"The soul." Black