The deathly cold icicle hung suspended right above his head, its bone-chilling frost gnawing at his marrow, while the excruciating pain in both arms felt like a raging fire burning his flesh.
Under the double onslaught of searing pain and biting cold, Qin Lie's consciousness flickered like a dying candle in the wind, trembling on the verge of extinction.
His vision was blurred by blood and sweat. Meng Ge's figure, towering like a demon god amidst the wind and snow, radiated a merciless coercion that seemed intent on freezing his very soul down to its core.
Chapter 301