Only a short moment had passed.
Yet Mother Zhen's entire body, including her bones and flesh, had been crushed into bits by the snow particles' concentrated fire. Her body was like a puddle of mud, collapsing flaccidly with a whoosh and scattering into a pile of mincemeat.
The snake beauty's pupils abruptly contracted as she subconsciously gazed at the little stoic standing there in the distance.
The little fellow's small stoic face was apathetic and solemn, devoid of any expression at all.
However, amidst the fluttering snowflakes, the little lady, dressed in a pale pink dress, was like an ice sculpture that had naturally formed in a world of ice and snow. She was the merciless queen who controlled ice and snow, her eyes filled with boundless desolation and solitude.
At the same time, after the fine snow particles whirling in the air lost their target, Wu Yanzhen, they subsequently penetrated the outer defensive barrier.
