After passing through the canyon, Roger could clearly sense that the surrounding temperature was decreasing.

In this simple world, there seems to be only one rule, that is, cold.

He tried to activate the Ignifaciens, and flames spewed out of his palms, but not to mention that the power was much smaller, and even the flames splashed out did not have obvious temperature.

It seems that it is just an illusion that is just a manifestation.

"No need to try it, I said this is the insulated ground of natural fire."

"We can only rely on our own bodies here. Remember, no matter what happens, the beliefs in our hearts must not be tilted."

"In such an environment, your emotions are flames, the only proof that you can reflect your warmth," Jora reminded.

It is obvious that compared to the last time she came here, the situation has changed a lot, even with her current strength, it is full of crises.

Roger has not entered the fifth level yet and lacks the protection of vitality, so the next journey will be much more difficult than her.

"Where is the lake you mentioned?"

The two of them moved forward in the wind and snow, and soon a thick layer of white accumulated on their bodies.

"The last time I was just a mistake. The environment here has changed a lot. We probably need to search again, but don't worry."

Jora pointed to the bushes not far away.

"These ice trees have different levels of life essence, and I think where all the thin lines gather is our destination."

As she spoke, the mist that Jora exhaled became dimmer, which meant that the temperature of her body was decreasing sharply and became convergent with the outside world.

The two of them slowly approached the woods one after another.

I have to say that the scenery in front of me is indeed shocking.

The world is the same color, the ground is as smooth as a mirror, and unknown light sources hit the ice crystals, reflecting brilliant colors.

The branches were stretching, but as Roger and the others approached, the leaves rustled and rubbed their harsh sounds.

Then the air stopped flowing, and everything in the world seemed to be frozen in an instant.

"careful!"

Roger stepped forward and stood side by side with Jora, but after waiting for a while, everything in front of him was still in a strange stillness, and no accidents happened around him.

Gradually, Roger could feel his body losing its temperature. He was close to the fifth level and with the strengthening of the Kunen sword seal, Roger's physical fitness had reached the limit he could reach at this time.

In comparison, Jora is in much better shape than him.

I felt a little impatient in my heart Jora took the initiative to step forward into the woods.

It's like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

The wind whistled in an instant, and the leaves on the trees fell off instantly.

Some leaves with sharp edges as sharp as knives were attacking the two of them under the strong wind!

All this changes are so sudden, from extreme static to extreme movement, and they do not give them any chance to react.

At the extreme low temperature, not only the body becomes dull and the mind is also disturbed.

Roger protected Black Moon in front of his chest. At this time, he had no time to think and fought back entirely based on the changes in the surrounding space.

He pulled and pulled some leaves into a ball, and he used the black moon to pick them away.

Roger thought that Jora's flame would become very embarrassed without any use. The woman's wrists were intertwined, and a half-human-high tower shield was blocking her.

"Go behind me and let's rush out together!"

The two seemed to be in the middle of the storm, and all this was just the beginning, and there was still violent power deeper in the woods.

At this time, Roger naturally would not show off his power. He moved half a step and curled his body behind Jora. In order to avoid the two of them being separated in the charge, he stretched out his left arm and wrapped it around Jora's waist.

His body stiffened slightly for a moment, but the next second Jora launched a charge.

Rumble!

Jora's shield can only block the front, and Roger also needs to be distracted to deal with attacks from both sides while advancing.

But the attacks around were too dense, and Roger was divided and took the initiative to take on most of the attacks from the side for Jorah.

At first, he could still sense the coldness, but later he was only mechanical repetition. Soon, the biting chill disappeared and his body became numb.

Even the illusion of warmth was created.

"Your body is cold!"

Jora shouted, "Remember what I said, and you will not extinguish the flame in your heart no matter what!"

Jora turned around and reminded Roger as she advanced.

Roger opened his mouth, but his tongue seemed to be stiff and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

It seemed as if time had lost its concept here. I don’t know how long it took, the violent pressure disappeared, and the two of them rushed out of the area covered by the woods without realizing it.

Jora's legs were bloody and bloody. When she was not under the attack, a green light flashed, and her injuries almost recovered as before.

“Scary resilience.”

Roger thought to himself that he turned back and looked back, and the woods not far away returned to normal again, with picturesque scenery, as if the previous violent chaos was just an illusion.

"Finally rushed out of that ghost place..."

Roger sighed, but soon his eyes passed through the woods and saw the dark gap in the distance.

"Strange, we only rushed through such a short distance just now?"

Time is a relative concept. When a person faces pain, the time in his feelings will be extended, but Roger is not an ordinary person. He is very clear that his feelings are not abnormal.

The entire charge was indeed extremely long.

Even if the number of shots is taken, the duration can be simply calculated.

But now?

That so-called long journey can be seen at a glance.

If you are in the real world, it may take only a few seconds to easily cross.

He thought of the long repetition he had experienced before coming to the edge of the world.

“Is this a similar place?”

"Our movements slowed down, much slower," Jora replied, his eyes flashing with a charming light.

"A charming light?"

He felt a stern in his heart. Roger realized that he seemed to have become accustomed to everything in front of him. He looked at Jora carefully.

Apart from her embarrassed look, her appearance has almost no change. Her skin is shattered and fair and almost transparent.

No, no!

Roger suddenly stepped back half a step, observing more carefully.

At this time, Jorah was more beautiful than before, but she revealed an inhuman atmosphere all over her body. The surface was covered with a green halo, making her look like a statue carved from ice crystals!

"What you look like!"

"I know."

"So too." Jora replied calmly.

Roger lowered his head and looked through the skin on the surface, and could vaguely see the bones wrapped in his palms.

He slowly clenched his fists, rubbing his fingers, but he actually lost all his feelings. The two fingers collided and made a crisp sound of Bangbang.

He bent down and saw an ice man from the ground with a mirror-like light.

"Don't worry, this process is not irreversible."

"I said that no matter what happens, you must ensure that the flame in your heart will not be extinguished. Although I don't know what the result will be if it fails."

"But look at the trees around you, I think you don't want to be like that."

It was obviously a full of concern, but at this moment it was filled with cold air when it came out of Jora's mouth.

She did not do this on purpose, it was the impact of the surrounding environment.

“The rules here are curious.”

Roger realized that this was no longer a change that simple cold could bring.

The area of ​​the entire area may not be large, and it may even be that all this just happens in the hollowed-out iceberg.

But after entering here, it feels like it is pressed to play slowly.

He admitted that what Jora said made sense. Compared to the powerful monster, this silent change of moistening things is more terrifying from the crushing of rules.

Roger thought of a lot from this, and he finally understood that the strength of the fifth level is not the level of power.

But soon Roger realized another problem. He collided with his hands and made a heavy groan. His body looked normal, but it was as hard as ice.

But Jorah…?

"Why did you not be hard when I was hard?"
To be continued...