"Nobody can touch him, otherwise, they must be prepared to die." A cold voice, as chilling as an icy mountain spring, echoed around. Huo Ling's beautiful eyes were completely covered by a frightening, icy killing intent, which, along with the white mist faintly surrounding her, seemed like the condensation of her murderous aura.
Similarly, wearing black clothes, Emperor Yan's face was also filled with frost. If Zhu Bufan were conscious at this moment, he would notice that such a cold, deadly expression had never appeared on Emperor Yan's face before. In his deep black eyes, faint dark flames gently flickered, indicating that despite his cold expression, killing intent was surging in his heart.
