This time, among the numerous heavy breaths, the white light shadow never recovered.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
After waiting for a long time, the expressions of the people turned from stunned to horrified, to shocked, and finally to a kind of numbness, a numbness caused by excessive shock.
"Senior Sister, is this true?"
A young girl from the Heavenly Snow Mountain trembled her voice.
The woman next to her didn't say anything because she simply couldn't hear her. The only buzzing in her head. This scenario was not rare among the crowd.
If one were to remove the mask of the Dragon Slayer Swordsman, one would discover that the muscles on his face had almost twisted into knots, like countless little snakes climbing over each other.
The fists inside his sleeves were clenched until they turned purple, a blaze of jealousy, anger, and unwillingness mixed together, making his chest heave, as if it was about to explode.
