Above the Abyss, ice tablets stand tall, and snowflakes flutter down.
The cold wind lashes out, and the ice and snow stab at faces, but no one cares about the cold now, their straight backs show no sign of retreat.
The angel's expression is agitated and excited, ready to speak 'decrees.'
"Wait a moment." Yang Qinglan interrupts her.
She says to the open-mouthed angel, "There are six of us, whom do you want to command?"
"No matter who you command, you can't escape." Turquoise Pool laughs.
The angel's expression turns ugly, having been chased by Li Changzhou, she kept thinking of using the holder as a scapegoat, forgetting she can only issue one 'decree' at a time.
"So I have a proposal," Yang Qinglan continues, "let's join forces."
"Join forces?" The angel repeats the word, confused.
"You suppress him for us," Yang Qinglan points at Li Changzhou, "and after success, we let you go. Whether you leave the Abyss or sneak back to continue world destruction, it's up to you."
