"Huff—"
"Huff—"
"Huff—"
The ice demons had become ice sculptures, completely sealing the surroundings.
Xuan Jian's eyes were closed as he clearly heard the approaching breaths drawing nearer.
Apparently, considering that Xuan Jian could no longer escape or struggle in his death throes, the movements of the ancient beast were slow.
Inching closer, the pressure in Xuan Jian's heart also increased significantly.
He had been careless.
He had only considered the hearts of men but had not accounted for the presence of a beast he had never seen before.
In this land of ice, with his realm being restricted, he was completely at a disadvantage.
It wasn't that he lacked strength.
But he was constrained at every turn!
He knew his end was near, but he was not willing to accept it.
This feeling, he hadn't experienced it in a long time…
"Huff—"
He could already feel the breath of the ancient beast, merely inches away from him.
But suddenly.
