Even so, Ice Storm read his thoughts from his expression.
"Do you know? The expression on your face right now makes you look like a wizard," Ice Storm said.
Meng Chao thought about it. Wizards seemed to be a special profession from the Holy Light Land.
Compared with battle-crazed High-Level Orcs, mages, Ascetics, and Night Watchmen who were fanatically devoted to the True God, as well as the even more mysterious ancient tombs and Abyss Species.
Wizards were among the people in the entire Otherworld whose thought processes and logic most closely resembled those of Earthlings.
And for Ice Storm to say something like that was also an indirect admission that she came from the Holy Light Land.
Otherwise, there was absolutely no way she could have seen a living wizard in Turanze.
"All right."
Meng Chao examined the color and spreading rate of the foam on the shackles, then signaled for Ice Storm to raise her wrist.
Then, he armed both arms again, seized both sides of the shackles tightly with his armor-covered hands, and pulled outward with every ounce of strength he had.
As the veins all over his body bulged like roaring flood dragons, the heavily corroded shackles deformed slightly. Fine cracks appeared around the curling Earthworm Script as well.
"It worked!"
Ice Storm's voice brimmed with boundless delight.
She signaled for Meng Chao to let go, then raised her left arm high and began chanting under her breath.
Wisps of frost-cold white vapor surged from within her jade-white arm and spun at high speed around the shackles.
Before long, the metallic sheen on the shackles had turned into something as brittle as jade.
With a low roar, Ice Storm smashed the shackle around her left wrist savagely against the ground.
With a bang, the shackle—corroded by