At this moment.
Ying Bing's originally ice-blue long hair had turned completely silver, her aura climbing steadily from Commander Tier One to its peak.
Life Burning!
The winner's bloodline talent.
Sacrificing life to fight for a glimmer of hope in this deadlock.
She slowly opened her eyes, her frost-white pupils shimmering with a faint longing.
A longing for this world.
And even more so...
For the sadness of never seeing that person again.
Her delicate hand gently raised, the Profound Frost Ice Phoenix spread its wings in surging spiritual power, instantly covering half the battlefield.
Ying Bing gracefully leaped onto the head of the Ice Phoenix, her silver hair dancing with the snow.
At this moment——
She resembled a goddess wielding the power of winter.
"Rustle, rustle!"
The snow fell silently.
The Extraordinary Level Demon Race bodies began to freeze, their movements becoming increasingly sluggish, eventually turning into ice sculptures.
