"But..."
"Don't worry, Doctor, I can handle it."
Xiang Beifei directly pulled the trigger of the lava gun, and the scorching lava immediately gushed out from the barrel, forming a sharp pillar of fire under his control that merged into the broken stump of Wang Chengli's arm.
More and more ice chips were appearing from where the cold air was exiting on Wang Chengli's shoulder, and his entire body resembled an ice sculpture continuously crumbling, while the freezing cold spread slowly.
When the pillar of fire attacked, the cold air at the wound immediately followed the fire upwards, attempting to freeze the pillar of fire just like it had attacked Zhao Ruizhong before.
"Be careful!"
Zhao Ruizhong immediately warned, ready to lend a hand to prevent Xiang Beifei from getting into trouble.
But he soon paused in surprise.
Because this time, the cold air hadn't frozen the magma; instead, an unusual aura emitted from the magma quickly subdued the unstoppable cold air!
