Crash!
Yin Li stood up with a cold expression, her proud figure revealed without reservation in the lake, with long, slender legs adorned by a striking crimson.
Looking at the clothes on the man beside her, Yin Li raised her eyes towards the direction where Luo Cheng had left, her serene and exquisite face calm, without a ripple.
Yet beneath this calmness, there was a bone-chilling coldness!
Boom!
Suddenly, an astounding coldness burst out from Yin Li like a porcupine shooting in all directions.
In an instant, the surrounding lake water froze into ice crystals, accompanied by the cracking sound of ice, and the space was split open with deep fissures!
"Huh?"
On the fourth level of the Seven-Colored Spring, several miles away, Luo Cheng inexplicably felt a chill down his spine. His figure paused instantly as he looked back.
However, the water of the Seven-Colored Spring blocked his sight and isolated soul power, so he detected nothing.
"It must be an illusion..."
