Su lianyi's vigilant heart suddenly collapsed. In this snowy world, she had completely given up on any resistance. A deep sense of fear and powerlessness welled up in her heart. She even couldn't stand steadily.
Old Lai's face was also pale. He knew that the person who had come was definitely not ding Shan. No matter how much ding Shan's strength had increased, he would not have this kind of profound intent.
The White snow danced in the sky as the pure white figure landed. She was like the purest snowflake, standing quietly in the sky, never changing.
Su lianyi finally saw the person clearly. Her heart suddenly trembled as she cried out, " "Ling Baiyi!"
This cry seemed to have used up all her strength. She sat on the ground, paralyzed, unable to muster any strength.
Ling Baiyi's figure blended in with the scenery in the sky.
The White snow fluttered around him, and the endless sky turned into his reflection, isolated from the world.
