Or perhaps... the entire Changye!
He couldn't die here!
On the snow-covered ground, a faint scent of blood wafted through the air as Shen Li dragged his injured body, pressing forward quickly... He needed to find an ally, at least one, to inform them about the current situation.
One after another, the frozen silver mountains, towering into the clouds, emitted a frigid, snow-white chill.
Shen Li's lips turned pale and dry.
So did his expression.
He seemed to feel a "chill" that seeped into his bones... This was a coldness imbued with Silent Annihilation, penetrating his spirit, as if to eternally freeze one's soul.
He was lucky that after fleeing from the mountain rock he was on... Xu Yan didn't pursue him.
But his luck was also bad because, after walking for a full twenty minutes, he had not seen a single figure.
Shen Li was starting to despair.
