Torre was shivering all over. He felt very cold. The invisible coldness corroded his flesh and blood and his soul.
Evan asked several times, but he didn't respond.
It was not until smoke came out of the bones and a white substitute's iron fist as big as a casserole pot was close before his eyes, and the crisis of death was right in front of him, that he shuddered all over, woke up from the endless cold and fear, and returned to reality.
Looking at the white smoke-like ghost covered in armor, without a lower body, floating on the ground, he took a deep breath and trembled: "I, I don't want to die---"
"I'm asking you a question. Answer me quickly. What's your physical defense now?" Gina Bai asked coldly.
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