"Crack!"
The spread of Cold Ice that froze everything continued to expand.
Shortly after, even Pang Jian's True Body, too, found it difficult to move in the strange cold current.
Gradually, the roars of reminders from Thunder God ceased, Pang Ling no longer shouted joyfully, the branches that pierced the stars became frosted, and the Divine Court was gradually crusted with ice.
"Father."
Pang Ling could only convey his will through the voice of his soul.
"Thud! Thud!"
Under Bai Zi's elevated, plump chest, there came an abnormal vibration in her heart, and her exposed skin was as if sliced by a knife, showing fine, bloodied cuts.
Bai Zi was covered in wounds and bleeding, as if her oil had run out and her lamp was exhausted.
Yet, she still gently nodded at Pang Jian.
The hand she raised pointed remotely at Pang Jian, and unclear divine sounds emanated from her mouth.
