Bone Spirit Cold Fire struck Ning Yin's arm, yet it went out instantly.
The immortals of the Heavenly Court were all utterly shocked by this sight.
"Ning Yin actually blocked the Bone Spirit Cold Fire, and his body wasn't harmed in the slightest."
"He really is a monster who cultivated for a thousand years in the snow and ice. Looks like he truly has a way to deal with Leng Hua."
"Judging by the looks of it, Ning Yin's cultivation should have broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm."
At the Mirror of Contemplation, Wu Feng watched this scene with his brows tightly furrowed.
Ning Yin was now the only person who could save Dielan, Sun Wukong, and Fahai, so he had to defeat Leng Hua.
"Leng Hua, this was all Father's fault. Listen to me while I explain."
Suspended in midair, Ning Yin fixed his gaze on Leng Hua.
"Hmph!" Leng Hua let out a cold laugh. "Explain? Explain what?"
"You caused all of this. Since I've become the devil you speak of, then I'll show you just how terrifying this devil can be!"
Ning Yin frowned when he heard this. "You aren't a devil. You've always been my good son."
Leng Hua's figure remained surrounded by vast snow and wind. His eyes were filled with disdain as he said, "Forget it. My path has already reached its end."
"Besides, I no longer have anything to miss about this world. I'll simply die."
"But before I die, I will take a few people with me and have them buried alongside me."
Ning Yin's expression grew increasingly grave. He hadn't expected that, after thirteen years apart, Leng Hua would have become like this.
However, he quickly calmed his emotions, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. "I anticipated this day