The wind is whistling and the snow is drifting.

Li Tian walked step by step towards the body of the evil god with the snow.

The blood of the evil spirit still sticks to his bronze mask... He didn't wipe... Just walk forward.

When Li Tian came by like this, Nastu Ningbing and Ouyang's poetry all raised their tearful faces and looked at him there.

"Li Tian, the predecessors of evil spirits are dead." Duanmu cherry beside him cried sadly.

But Li Tian didn't seem to hear that. Suddenly, he sat down in front of the body of the evil god and held it in his arms.

"What's wrong with...