At this moment, Ye Chen could only use words to encourage himself, to invigorate his spirit, to prevent himself from losing his way. Yet he was unsure of how long it would take to break the ice and see Wei Ying.
Ye Chen's consciousness was increasingly blurred. As his blood continued to flow and his soul power was continually consumed, Ye Chen's movements became slower, and the force with which he struck the ice grew weaker.
"I, I cannot fall!"
At this moment, Ye Chen looked at the ice in front of him and roared at himself internally, but his body grew weaker, feeling as if his muscles and bones had been removed.
"Thud!"
Ye Chen fell onto the ice. In his world of consciousness, boundless darkness swept over him, and Ye Chen now only wanted to sleep well, to rest comfortably.
