Thud.
Yu Xiaogang's body slammed onto the ice, producing a dull sound. The bone-piercing chill made his body twitch instinctively, his eyelids trembling as though he showed signs of waking.
Ye Xian's gaze fell upon Bibi Dong's frost-covered, lowered face.
He slowly raised his right hand. A wisp of extremely faint deep-blue chill, containing a strange force of vibration, coiled around his fingertip.
He gently touched the thick layer of ice over Bibi Dong's brow.
"Hum..."
Fine ripples of vibration spread through the ice.
Crack... crackle...
The heavy profound ice covering Bibi Dong instantly filled with spiderweb-like cracks, centered on the spot between her brows!
Like shattered glass!
"Ugh..."
An incredibly faint groan, filled with endless pain and exhaustion, escaped from deep within Bibi Dong's throat.
Her long frost-covered lashes trembled violently a few times before slowly, painfully lifting.
What kind of eyes were those?
Purple eyes that had once looked down upon the world, filled with authority and ambition.
Now, they held only boundless deathly stillness and pain that ran to the bone.
As well as a numbness as though eternally frozen.
Deep within her pupils, there still seemed to linger the immense terror and despair from when Ye Xian had forcibly stripped her of the Pope's position.
Her gaze first swept blankly across the cold, lifeless prison cell.
Then, like rusted machinery, it moved with extreme slowness.
Inch by inch, it settled upon Ye Xian's face, as cold as Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice.
The moment she recognized him, an intense hatred and terror that ran deep into her bones erupted from the depths of Bibi Dong's numb, lifeless purple eyes!
Her body began struggling violently. The profound ice chains piercing through her limbs screeched against themselves, accompanied by the sound of Ice Crystal shattering!
A faint wave