What the hell is that damn ice needle made of! The defensive steel plate has no resistance against it, and every piece of steel instantly turns into fragile ice crumbs upon contact, easily piercing through layers of defense to stab into my eye.
So am I dead now? Have I become a ghost? So unwilling!
Lying on the ground, Pei Yan can clearly hear everyone around him talking, see the grief and anger on Wang Wenze's face, see Shangxing's guilt and self-blame, see Xia Yu's regret and pain, and even see Zhao Yuanhu's complex expression of relief.
Even when he heard Ye Jiumu painfully say he's dead, Pei Yan still refuses to accept this reality! I can clearly still hear you talking, and I feel like I can still be saved!
However, Pei Yan's soul-cry receives no response, and just as he is in despair, his chest suddenly feels warm, with a warm current flowing from his heart to his limbs! Maybe he can still be saved?
