Puff! A wound appeared on Hawton's throat, and blood spurted out.
"You..." He pointed at Irene and took two steps back. He covered his neck with one hand and shouted in disbelief, "It's impossible. How can you move? No one on any plane can escape my freezing void."
"Perhaps in your eyes, everyone is an ant." Irene laughed. She held Cold Moon tightly and took a step forward. She sneered and said, "But you also said that there are strong ants. Unfortunately, I am one of those strong ants."
"Although my strength may be insignificant in your eyes, I can still hurt you, can't I?"
Hawton didn't say anything else. His aura sank, and in the space of a few breaths, the wound on his neck slowly disappeared.
"Unfortunately, with your little strength, you still can't hurt me." Hawton slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Irene with a sneer. "A nonentity, after all, is a nonentity. However, it is beyond my expectation that you can break through my freezing void."