C1943 I'm Afraid It Isn't a Gourd Right

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …

The sound of the wind was constantly heard. One after another, thumb-sized ice wasps flew out. Wherever it passed by, there would be waves of coldness. The corpse butterfly that was flying a second ago immediately froze into ice.

Wow, the ice wasps are too powerful!?

Upon seeing the pieces of ice that had fallen to the ground