Ye Zhiqiu lowered his head to look at the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his wrist. A faint green glow shimmered on its blades, and its toughness far exceeded his expectations.
He snorted coldly and wrenched his arm with a sudden burst of strength. The Soul Power in the Blue Silver Grass fluctuated violently, but it still held his wrist firmly, showing no sign of breaking.
"You've got a few tricks."
Ye Zhiqiu's gaze darkened. Abandoning brute force, he opened his mouth slightly and exhaled a blast of cold even more biting than before, instantly freezing the Blue Silver Grass around his wrist into strips of ice.
With a slight flick of his wrist, the frozen Blue Silver Grass shattered with a crack.
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass fell to the ground as shards of ice. The fragments melted on contact and soon vanished.
Taking advantage of this moment, Tang San had already turned toward the ice sculpture and urgently called to Ma Hongjun:
"Fatty, hurry! Melt the ice!"
Ma Hongjun dared not delay. He immediately focused and spat purplish-red flames at the ice.
This time, he was especially careful, making his flames much gentler. He only dared to warm the surface of the ice slowly, afraid that overly fierce flames would hurt Dai Mubai.
Watching from the side, Oscar's heart rose into his throat. He tightly clutched several recovery Big Sausages, ready to hand them over at any moment.
After just a few breaths of continuous heating, the surface of the ice began to melt, revealing Dai Mubai's cheeks, which had turned somewhat purple from the cold.
"That's enough!" Tang San quickly signaled for Ma Hongjun to withdraw his flames.
Oscar darted forward and immediately held a recovery Big Sausage to Dai Mubai's lips, his voice urgent:
"Boss Dai,