The sound of roaring, the sound of battle, the biting cold wind, all mixed together, making the surrounding environment chaotic.
"Ah!"
A heart-wrenching roar burst from Ye Xuan's young throat.
"Boom!"
Fist Seals filled the sky, striking the snowy ground one after another, leaving the white snow-covered ground in complete disarray, a truly spectacular sight.
At this moment, covered beneath the heavy snow, Ye Xuan and Li Wentian were utterly engulfed in a frenzied struggle.
"Die for me!"
Li Wentian was soaked in sweat, dripping with blood, making his expression look very ferocious. His hands were full of sores, thorn-like bloody marks, with the ghastly white bone exposed on his fists.
Like an injured, maddened lion, he charged towards Ye Xuan.
The observers around could clearly see that Li Wentian was severely injured. The wounds on his fists were a testament to his exhausted state from the battle.
Undoubtedly, this battle was finally coming to an end!
