Ming Aoshuang cursed Fang Zhou in her heart, wishing him to go to hell with her.
But she didn't want to wait idly for death either. Her legs trapped in the snow were already immobile, and ice was gradually beginning to freeze upwards along her calves, soon reaching her knees.
Ming Aoshuang was always the one using ice to freeze others, never imagining she'd be frozen herself one day.
Once the ice spread across her body, she'd become like these ice sculptures around her, her Divine Soul completely dead, her body taken by the Beiming Heavenly Phoenix.
She struggled desperately for a while, but her legs wouldn't budge. Even cursing loudly at the Phoenix in front of her got no response.
Ming Aoshuang gasped for breath, a determined look flashing in her eyes. She bent down, using her hands to pound her already frozen calves.
She'd rather lose both legs than be frozen to death just like this.
