Cloud felt a pang of envy as he observed the women wholeheartedly defending Jared. He couldn’t help but wish for a woman who would be willing to make a sacrifice for him.
Phaethon, wielding the flaming sword, was equally astonished to witness Aislin, a mere Manifestor cultivator, standing in defense of Jared and shielding him from the assault.
“Young man, did you save the galaxy in a past life to deserve so many women who would lay down their lives to protect you? The more they behave like this, the more I yearn for all of you to suffer!” Phaethon’s bewildering jealousy had driven him to madness.
As the sword was about to strike its target, Quinley roared and smashed the ice crystal she had been clutching onto the ground.
The ice crystal became lodged in the snowy ground, and suddenly, a rapid surge of icy frost shot toward Phaethon. Before he could react, he began to freeze from his feet upward until he ultimately transformed into an ice sculpture.
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