Shameless suddenly felt the outside of his wrist become unbearably hot and immediately howled in pain!
But inside, he had completely lost all sensation!
Coward, who had wanted to launch a sneak attack, suddenly sensed a strange energy gathering behind Long Aotian.
He had already rushed right up to him when he saw that a tiny white flame was burning in Long Aotian's hand behind his back!
Flames! White flames!
Coward immediately backed away in fright.
Yes, he was good at backing away.
Because his attack patterns, habits, muscle memory, and the way his mind reacted... had all been trained into him.
Whenever he realized that an attack might put him in danger, his first instinct was to retreat and flee, then search from afar for another chance to strike in secret—one where he could gain an advantage without getting hurt.
And for that very reason, he had practically sold out his teammate on instinct.
Long Aotian looked at Shameless, his expression cold.
Shameless wailed as he discovered that the longsword lodged in Long Aotian's body was rapidly burning and freezing over!
He had never seen anything so bizarre in his life!
The flame was clearly burning, yet it was terrifyingly white, while frost rapidly spread over his blade and even began to freeze it solid!
He hurriedly let go, his face turning deathly pale.
Long Aotian snorted coldly, gripped his wrist, and twisted.
Shameless saw it!
He saw that there was not even any blood at the severed end of his wrist!
There were only shards of ice!
His wrist had become as brittle as a crispy ice cream cone, snapping off with the slightest twist.
Long Aotian no longer paid Shameless any attention and instead turned to look at Coward.
Coward crouched some distance away, maintaining a defensive