Swoosh!
Above the gigantic Ice Lake, Qin Yang's body plunged downward.
Crack! Crack!
On the surface of the Ice Lake, chilling air was foreboding, and ice rapidly formed around Qin Yang's neck, then his mouth, nose, and finally covered his head.
At this moment, Qin Yang's entire body was encased in hard ice, forming an ice sculpture, plummeting towards the Ice Lake.
Once he fell into this bone-chilling Ice Lake, clearly, given Qin Yang's current state, he was certainly doomed.
The cold ice not only froze Qin Yang's body but also gradually froze his consciousness.
"I... I don't want to die yet!"
In Qin Yang's mind lingered a strong obsession.
It's said that when one is close to death, past images of their life flash by like a carousel, resurfacing in their mind one by one.
Thinking about those beautiful moments and regrettable events in life.
