Crunch... Crunch...
As Yin Li turned her gaze toward Luo Cheng, the moisture in the air began to condense into snow and ice, drifting peacefully to the ground.
Luo Cheng immediately felt an overwhelming chill. Frost formed on his brows and hair, and his blood seemed to freeze solid!
Boom! Boom!
His blood and qi surged through his body like a raging torrent. With a forceful shake, the frost shattered instantly. His powerful life force counteracted the piercing cold.
"This woman is formidable!"
Luo Cheng was internally shocked. A single glance from her carried such power—this was leagues ahead of Jin Luoming and the gray-haired elder!
Among the young female disciples of the Three Sects, only Yun Mengli had ever made him feel such pressure.
Yin Li appeared mildly surprised, giving Luo Cheng a once-over before saying:
