"Quick!" Elaenor Wood rode on the tall horse, ice spear in hand, slightly extending forward.
Separated by half a meter or so, the man could clearly feel the overwhelming chill!
This cold was completely different from the cold of the snowfields.
No matter how thickly he dressed, he couldn't stop trembling!
This was from the depths of the soul!
The shiver from the deepest part of the soul!
Thud!
The man knelt on the ground, his body shaking like a sieve: "Brothers, I was wrong..."
He clasped his hands together, trying to seek forgiveness.
But Elaenor Wood not only had no intention of stopping but rather pierced the spear further.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me..." The man frantically kowtowed.
He forcefully punched a deep crater into the snowy ground!
Who knows how hard the snow was, but this head was truly iron.
"Hold on, brother East Pavilion!" Julius Reed seized the timing and stopped Elaenor Wood.
