Far away, four figures struck like lightning towards their location, the Ice-Snow Goddess Sacrifice trembling all over. She could never have imagined facing such a scene.
Different from the Ice-Snow Goddess Sacrifice, when Nian Bing heard that stirring voice from heaven, his body quaked violently. In the next instant, he had separated from Oscar's body and concentrated all his remaining energy. Pushed by the wind, he rushed toward the four figures at the highest speed.
Ten years, although it had been a full ten years, that voice was still so familiar, so intimate. Every drop of blood in Nian Bing's body boiled at this moment. He had waited too long for this moment.
