There was only a "poof" sound, and Zhiyang was directly grabbed by the neck by Luo Yuan.

Everything didn't seem to be developing as Zhiyang thought.

This body has exhausted its internal energy, has no magical powers, and is still covered in wounds. If only my soul were more stable...

Be more stable...

It doesn't seem to be of much use...

Although he threw himself out, Luoyuan still stood with his hands behind his back. Zhiyang clearly remembered that she threw herself behind him, so why didn't she even touch the corner of his clothes now?

"Well..."

Zhiyang's head was getting more and more dizzy. At this moment, the man in front of him was pinching his neck with immortal magic, and he couldn't breathe.

Looking at Luoyuan again, it was completely different from when he faced the peach tree just now. His eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of years of ice, showing a biting coldness. He squinted and looked at the fox in his hand. The cold killing intent filled his whole body, and it was like thousands of years ago.

The Luoyuan that Zhiyang knew was completely different.

Without any counterattack, killing Zhiyang now is as easy as killing an ant...

"Wow -" Another mouthful of blood spat out from Zhiyang's mouth, and her consciousness became increasingly blurred.

Dimly, Zhiyang seemed to see something shining on Luoyuan's body. With his last bit of strength, he squinted and took a look -

Frost mirror!
Chapter completed!