Stepping on the grass, it pushed hard and broke free from the restraint of the figure on the other side. From there, it could see the identity of this person. It was Wang Ziming, who had vaguely broken through the ice layer earlier.
The other party retreated dozens of steps and almost fell to the ground. To an elite superpower, he did not seem to match.
Half of Wang Ziming’s camouflage suit was burnt, and the exposed parts of his arms became abnormally red and swollen. Some parts of his body could be seen with dark red flesh or half-dried yellow meat.
He paid a painful price for bringing Su Hui out of the ice sculpture area at all costs.
Sweat dripped down from Wang Ziming’s forehead, and intense pain came from his arms. He let out a bitter laugh. He was afraid that he would not be able to raise his hands for a long time.