If this continues, it probably won't be long before An Lan and the other two become ill or turn into ice sculptures and die.

Just then, Lu Ning reached out and absorbed the mental pollution from their bodies.

As the mental pollution was absorbed, the three people's constantly frozen sensations disappeared.

They were panting heavily, their expressions terrified, but they dared not look at Yan Bing again.

Steve murmured in fear, "...What's going on? I feel like Lord Yan Bing is like..."

Steve didn't say what came next.

However, both An Lan and Su Qi understood what Steve meant.

Even Lu Ning, Ya En, and the others could understand.

Evil god.

After seeing Yan Bing's condition, An Lan's eyes were filled with a complex and gloomy look, and she did not answer.

As saints, the three of them, including Ya'en, felt a stinging pain in their eyes when they looked directly at Yan Bing for a moment, and they immediately looked away.

Hearing Steve's words, Yann explained, "That's how demigod-level powerhouses are. Once they unleash their full power, they find it difficult to suppress their own strength and are prone to polluting the surrounding environment."

Steve remained silent and didn't say anything more.

Clearly, the abnormality of the disease he had just witnessed was something Steve found hard to accept.

Su Qi, standing to the side, also had mixed feelings.

I never imagined that my seriousness, which almost led to my illness, was caused by a demigod from my friend's side...

Just then, a deep voice rang out: "My friend, why force me so? You go your sunny path, and I'll cross my narrow bridge, okay? Why must we fight to the death?"