Thick ice floated and sank on the sea surface, Fang Geyu slowly lowered the back of his hand, his cheeks were very red, but his blurry eyes had cleared, "Should we just wait here to be eaten by the giant snake?"
No sooner had he spoken than a large, terrifying shadow enveloped them from above, a wild wind sweeping across, as the giant black snake pressed down upon them.
In the air, the deep coldness interwoven with profound frost filled the snake's fury, presenting a pressure emanating from death.
Baili An's eyes chilled, and behind him materialized again a silver spear radiating coldness.
"Don't," Fang Geyu said, knowing this icy spear could not truly harm the giant snake, but he couldn't help but speak out to stop it.
She grabbed a corpse next to her and lifted it high in front of them.
The snake, its consciousness and soul completely eroded by demonic intent, instinctively held back its killing intent—not even the thousands of ice crystals nor the snowflakes managed to fall.
