Leng Kai flew to an altitude of 20,000 meters, the thin air and low temperatures caused a thin layer of frost to form on Zhao Ling's body. The leaves and petals on her body had withered. This form did not consider how to survive in such an extreme environment. However, this did not harm Zhao Ling's vitality. She fiercely rammed her knee into Leng Kai's abdomen, and the hands on her back grew sharp claws that tore at Leng Kai's waist muscles.
But on Leng Kai's granite-hard body, only some white scratch marks were left behind, instead breaking Zhao Ling's nails.
Leng Kai exerted force in his right hand, his thumb pressing directly into Zhao Ling's neck. With a crisp cracking sound, her throat was broken, Zhao Ling's eyes rolled back, her tongue almost lolling out, yet her body still struggled wildly.
