In the field of vision, Ye Du stood there, motionless.

There was no pain in Duanmuyu's imagination, no sadness, no joy, no expression on his face.

"How did this happen?"

Duanmu feather flashed a flash of surprise in his mind, but the next moment, in his eyes, he could not see the shadow of leaf dust, only felt in front of himself, blowing a gust of wind, and then, a pair of cold eyes like eternal cold, appeared in front of his eyes, as if to be deeply imprinted in his soul.

"No!"

A howl erupted, Duanmu feathers all stood up with sweat, the power of soul and thunder, and...