"You're still conscious?"
'Who... who's talking?'
Rong Taotao dug one hand into the ground, struggling to lift his head, only to see the hem of a snow-white robe before his eyes.
But the owner of that white robe brought a foot stomping down.
Rong Taotao strained, pushing himself backward with all his might. The profound weakness in his limbs made his heart sink. 'This is bad.'
'My brother's body... is it really this battered?'
BAM! With a deafening crash, snow exploded in all directions. The violent shockwave sent Rong Taotao flying, his body tumbling through the air before slamming into a large tree behind him.
Splashes of crimson immediately stained the white snow.
THUMP!
The impact with the tree sent Rong Taotao crumpling to his knees in the snow. He gasped for breath. His brother's body was grievously wounded—it was no exaggeration to say he was covered in injuries.
