The colossal mountain collapsed, sending shattered rocks piercing through the clouds. The earth sank, revealing a scene of utter devastation—a barren, lifeless wasteland, scorched black. All vitality was extinguished; nothing remained.
Li Xiaoman, dressed in Snow Clothes, approached from the distance. Her skirt danced, and her black hair billowed as she glided through the air. She looked much the same as before.
Ye Fan said nothing, merely watching her calmly. Whether she intended to attack or retreat, whether this encounter would be peaceful or filled with enmity, all depended on her next thought.
Li Xiaoman drew near, halting in the void. She remained silent, but a hint of coldness in her eyes made the atmosphere subtly tense.
Although Hua Yunfei was gravely injured, he remained composed and calm. Yet, for someone of his renowned character, using a woman to eliminate a formidable enemy seemed somewhat dishonorable.
