The cold wind was like a knife, cutting through faces with a stinging pain.
The elder's voice was colder than this biting wind, each word piercing like an ice pick.
Wang Yue tightened his grip, the Ink Sword humming in his palm, yet he remained silent.
Earlier, he had been confused by the array, unaware of what had happened next.
But seeing the current situation, he knew in his heart this elder must be the mastermind behind it all.
Liu Yi furrowed her eyebrows slightly, secretly circulating her True Essence, striving to adjust her breath and heal her wounds.
Qin An chuckled lightly, "Senior just said you would grant us a way to survive, yet are you now going back on your word?"
"You little brat!" The elder sneered sinisterly, "Daring to be glib even at death's door, soon enough there'll be tears from you!"
