The cold whirlpool came and fell on the leaf dust. The leaf dust felt as if all the blood had coagulated. The ancient murder dissipated. Even the blue tiger shadow was turned into an ice sculpture.

"What the hell is this cold wind? It's so terrible!"

Ye Dun's body flew back immediately, but Tang Guixin did not intend to let him go. He kept following him tightly and the cold wind whistled. Even Yuan Li could freeze completely, cold, dead and filled the whole space.

"Ye Dust, I have ice Protoss bones embedded on my wings, as long as you pour in the strength, you can release the cold of...