At that time, his mind was in a daze, and he vaguely heard a voice that sounded somewhat similar to the black-clothed teenager who had just killed the monster snake.
But he couldn't be sure.
Looking at the young man's figure, he didn't even seem to be an adult yet.
Could a teenager barely in his teens really have such formidable strength?
To kill Ouyang Ming and save his life?
**
Time silently slipped through their fingers, and the final moment of the secret realm's closure arrived.
Lin Qingluo easily returned to Spirit Snake Valley with his token in hand.
The Scarlet Mountain Range was as stifling as ever, contrasting sharply with the snow-covered secret realm.
Returning after three days felt like a lifetime had passed.
The cultivators who had escaped death were now dressed in thick winter clothes, sweating profusely in no time.
Complaints were heard everywhere.
