"Ice and Snow Goddess, your reinforcements are also dead." The white-haired man stood in front of Xu Yourong, his expression cold as he said, "Just quietly become our prey, you no longer have a chance."
"Hmph, if that boy hadn't died, I would have torn him to pieces!"
The black-haired woman had finally regained her strength and stood up with a cold snort.
She had been severely injured by Ning Fan, and the humiliation in her heart was overwhelming.
"Alright, stop wasting time and capture the Ice and Snow Goddess," the white-haired man urged. "We still have another target."
However, just then, the dust around them suddenly began to disperse.
Through the haze, a figure stood tall.
Immediately after, a voice tinged with indifferent mockery suddenly sounded in their ears.
"You think you can kill me with this kind of power?"
"You really underestimate me too much!"
