Yang Qing only felt that his entire body from head to toe was extremely cold. It was as if he fell into an ice cove. He was shivering uncontrollably.
But he knew from his gut that the chills that he was feeling right now were different from the cold that he felt normally.
This was a chill within his soul and had nothing to do with temperature changes. His soul was unstable and it could disintegrate any second, which was what was causing the chill.
"Is this the result of my soul being overly worn and my mana overly drained?" Yang Qing felt that his consciousness gradually grew blurry. To have sustained until now, it was only possible due to one breath in his heart.
Ma Zhi, a cultivator in the Aurous Core Stage from the Aeolus Sect, was standing at a distance and he was creepily laughing at Yang Qing, who was crumbling.
