Immortal Tomb...
Dark.
Pitch black.
This kind of darkness turned a formidable figure with perception extending over dozens of miles into a blind man.
Such darkness intertwined with increasingly bone-chilling hail, as if piles of cold blackness were pressing in from all directions.
Li Yuan's braided hair had frozen into icicles, his skin was cold and hard, and the beast skin around his waist was merely decorative. The Shadow Blood around him was rapidly silencing, falling from Fifth Grade to Sixth Grade, Sixth Grade to Seventh Grade, and still descending...
Zhenyan Xue was doing fine, her body could still endure, and her eyes could still see.
Her body was warm, her long legs heated, even warmer than Li Yuan's.
Li Yuan clamped his legs tightly against the wolf's belly, his arms holding his wife's waist tightly from behind, first to avoid being thrown off, and second to keep warm.
