Deep autumn chill was dense, and at the hour of Zi, the moon was shadowed, the vast snowy night world no longer revealed the figures of Baili An and Shu Ci.
Beneath the ice, the deep sea held no breath, yet it could completely isolate innumerable demons' Divine Sense beyond its realm.
The fractured icebergs, bathed in the brilliance of magic fire, rose and sank, while stars and moon hid behind clouds, the heaven pressing so low it seemed close to touching the sea's surface, with barely perceptible sounds of thunder coming from within the Heavenly Sea.
Beneath the beaded curtain of her crown, the Female Demon Lord's face was half-illuminated, half-shadowed, as enchanting as a Demon Charm, chilling hearts at a mere glance.
Zangxin remained silent for a while, his black pupils like a vortex, hiding the tumultuous emotions within his heart.
Ning Feiyan's gaze on the Qingye World deepened, intensified.
