A massive ice-blue fist was close at hand, and the powerful wind pressure contorted Senior Brother Deng's face, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes. The terrifying cold air rushed at him, nearly freezing everything within him.
The fear of death followed him like a shadow.
The enemy before him was even more terrifying than the natural exotic Demon Beasts in the Thundering Mountain Range.
"Stop!"
"I admit defeat!"
He couldn't help but shout urgently, fearing that a moment's delay would lead to his death beneath the fist.
"Wow!"
Just as his words dropped, the massive fist disappeared, and a slender white hand gently landed between his robe and pulled him up.
"Thank you for allowing me to win, Senior Brother Deng!"
A gentle voice came to his ear, and Senior Brother Deng, pale, lifted his head to see an elegant face smiling at him.
"Gu... Senior Brother Gu?!"
