Aji spoke about many things, from an initial calm demeanor to now a feeling of melancholy, as if he had gone through a roller coaster of emotions.
He wore a bitter expression.
Especially when he mentioned his own identity and origins, the sadness in his eyes was evident.
The last guardian of the Land of Bitter Cold.
Swoosh!
The Emperor Realm expert engulfed in flames was completely annihilated, leaving only a wisp of ash, scattering into the air.
Aji snapped back slightly, smiled, "After some time, he will appear again."
Endless, boundless.
Immortal torment...
This is the terror of the Land of Bitter Cold.
Guang Xiaoyu felt a chill, her usual composure was no longer present, she constantly felt this place was too eerie, and rashly stepping into it might lead to disaster.
Beside her, An was also on high alert.
Moreover, the identity of the youth in front of them was still a mystery, possibly even an enemy.
They must remain vigilant.
BANG!
