There were countless black spots coming from the front, and the cold man could not hide. In a hurry, he covered his face with his hands. A little black spot hit him on the top of his head. It was cold and cold. His hands were covered with black mud.

The monster's left eye must have been really blind, but the foot of the cold son did not pose any threat to it. His head shook wildly there. The mud on his body was smashed by the rain and flowers. It was justifiable that the cold son could not escape without retreat.

The howling of the monster kept coming. Although...