CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The ice creatures rushed toward us, making no noises aside from the creaking of their frozen joints as they raised their claws to attack us. I immediately began firing laser blasts at them, my eye beams shattering their torsos or slicing off limbs, while Rubberman began throwing his fists every which way, hitting the ice puppets with enough force to shatter them. But for every one we destroyed, another three or four would take its place, and even the ones we destroyed would get reformed by the ice or would crawl along the ground toward us if enough of their body survived. Not only that, but it felt like the temperature in the area had gone down several degrees again, although I was too busy blasting apart ice creatures to pay attention to the current temperature.
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