Tyrael examined her, then forced himself to endure the cold as he said:
"Don't worry, master. She won't die just yet."
"The most important reason we chose her as our Mother back then was her vitality. As a former member of one of the Gods' Families, she had incredibly tenacious life force. But after what she's been through, whether she can still be used is another question."
He felt no pity.
Only regret over a damaged object.
After all, this Mother had once been his greatest creation. He truly felt it would be a shame to see her destroyed like this.
"No, we need to get back right away. Otherwise, not only will she die, we might be trapped here until we die too."
Lin En looked up, thinking of a way out.
He could already clearly feel the temperature here dropping rapidly.
In the distance.
The freezing wind seemed to have grown even fiercer.
It was as though a terrifying storm was slowly brewing. In just these few minutes, the distant scenery had already blurred, and even the skin on his body was gradually icing over.
And he had already tried.
The Impression Crystal no longer worked.
It made sense. Most Impression Crystals could hardly communicate across realms, much less when he wasn't even sure which layer of the Spirit Realm he had fallen into.
And if that was the case, there was probably only one way to get back...
He gritted his teeth and said:
"Give me my Ring!"
He retrieved his Ring from Tyrael.
He quickly took out a set of clothes and put them on, wrapped his long robe around himself, then reluctantly pulled out the band Firstborn had left him.
After a fierce internal struggle.
He finally took an Impression Crystal out of it, hesitating.