The frosty immortal Qi continued to rise from the icicles, and the surroundings were dead silent. Other than the sound of the broken ice colliding, there was almost no other sound.
After a long time, Li Tian lay quietly on the ice shards, and the blood on his body had faded.
The wound coagulated, and the icicle immortal Qi slowly adapted to Li Tian's body. The erosion of the cold had no effect at all. He moved his fingers and showed signs of waking up.
Li Tian's consciousness gradually returned, and his body fell on the rough sand and stones, his back aching.
Li Tian suddenly felt a numbing sensation on his face, and he opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a white light that stung his eyes. Li Tian raised his hand to block it.
She felt a tingling sensation on her face, as if ants were crawling over it. She scratched her face with her long fingers.
"Ding~"
