The temperature plummeted, a touch of frost forming on his brow. The entire chaotic cavern was frozen, covered in a layer of ice.,The ice turned to water, the water to steam. No matter if it was a chaotic snake's pit or an icy prison, everything crumbled in an instant. In the swirling white steam, Zuo Guanglie had become a human torch.,He saw only one, round and shiny pill remaining at the bottom of the bottle. His breath caught in his throat.。