Ye Ling looked at the dagger shooting towards him, his heart pounding violently, and his complexion also solidified.
He was not reconciled. He was still so young and had many beautiful days ahead!
At this moment, various images flashed through Ye Ling's mind, and figures flickered, but each face was filled with reluctance and worry.
"Su Rou"
"Master"
"Ye Jiu"
...
As these familiar faces continuously appeared in his mind, Ye Ling took a deep breath, and then suddenly raised his head, looking intently at the swiftly approaching dagger.
Determination surged in his heart.
"No! I cannot just die like this! There are those rascals in Wo Country to take care of, and so many things I haven't done yet!"
Ye Ling said through gritted teeth. His eyes suddenly bulged, and a gleam of sharp light emerged in his gaze. He lifted the hand holding the Snow Drinking Blade slowly.
"Since I can't die, then I must fight with all I've got!"
