Doomsday Ice

"What, you haven't eaten in months?" Sorry, I eat Tomahawk steak and hot pot every day." "Are you still the God of War in the neighborhood? I have secretly controlled the world." "The dance school beauty who knows all kinds of difficult moves is still in my arms." Doomsday, sinister, cold-blooded, there is room for no other powers, a dancing female college student, no zombies, pure natural disasters, and a world view that has not been seen in novels will appear later. "Bang!" Suddenly, a loud "Bang!" Broke the silence around him. Chen Mo suddenly felt a huge impact hitting his chest, as if an invisible giant hand grabbed his heart and tore it hard. In an instant, severe pain hit him like a tide, quickly spreading throughout his body. He couldn't help but let out a painful groan, and his body fell straight back as if he had lost support. With a muffled "plop" sound, Chen Mo fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. He tried hard to open his eyes, but the scene in front of him became increasingly blurry. The streets, houses, and people that were originally clearly visible now became hazy, as if separated by a thick layer of frosted glass. And the constant noisy shouts gradually moved away from him, becoming faint and difficult to distinguish.