Not caring about the blood on his forehead, Wang Lin crouched down and put his right hand on Teng Li’s body. Situnan knew what Wang Lin was thinking about, so without saying anything a blue light penetrated out from the bead, went along Wang Lin’s right hand and flowed into Teng Li’s body. Instantly, with a speed visible by the naked eye, Teng Li quickly became a blue-coloured ice sculpture. His expression within the ice sculpture was frozen on his face of overwhelming shock.