The sky was filled with falling snow, the cold currents swept in all directions, chilling to the bone.
Qin Feiyang and his group stood in the void, holding their battle weapons, their whole bodies exuding an air of murder.
The green-robed old woman trapped in the middle appeared particularly helpless, giving off a sense of desolation like the setting sun.
"What are you stalling for? Throw it over quickly!"
Fatty raised an eyebrow, reached out his hand and said.
The green-robed old woman glanced at Fatty, then looked at Qin Feiyang, "I hope you keep your word."
With that, she waved her arm, and the flame of life flew out towards Qin Feiyang.
But at that moment, a white figure below suddenly shot up into the sky like lightning.
"Who is it!"
Qin Feiyang and his group suddenly changed color and rushed toward the flame of life.
But the speed of the white figure was too fast and grabbed the flame of life before them.
"Hehe."
"Finally got it."
Following closely.
