She pointed at the rest of them.
Di Hao, Fan Qianshi, and the pink candle dragon were three respective ice statues. As soon as she pointed at them, they were immediately shattered into broken ice cubes and became part of the thick snow on the ground.
"Hao Er!" Gu Xijiu could feel her head spinning in agony. With a shriek, she uttered his name in an expression of terror. As a result, her chest was immediately filled with ice as soon as she called out his name. It was a terrible feeling.
She had come all the way here to save her son, but he was shattered into pieces in an instant. What was the point of it all?
She could not even save the life of her own son. Perhaps, there was truly no point in living, anyway. She should probably just wither and die.
"Yes, just wither and die," the voice echoed again, trying to convince her to give up.
Gu Xijiu closed her eyes, seemingly ready to give up. However, a sudden realization dawned on her.
