When the two beams of light emerged from his back, the Saint Devil Prince seemed to have turned into a statue as his body froze in mid-air. His arm that was swinging the Saint Devil Sword hung limp beside him, and he struggled to look at the wound on his chest.

When he finally managed to lower his head, he stared at the gaping hole through his chest that was still glowing a weird blue and red.

“Absolute frost!”

“Absolute flame!”

The Saint Devil Prince, Yi Xiaotang, and Aunt Qing spoke in unison. However, the only difference was the way they said it! Xu Jian’s voice was weak, while the ladies screamed in shock.

The three of them couldn’t be more familiar with the power of absolute flame and frost. The...