Chapter 1658
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According to the head, Ye Qingtang did not know how long she had been walking in the Extreme Cold Ice Fields. The cold air from the surroundings continuously flowed into her body. Her already pale face was now completely pale from the cold. If not for the warm little white tiger in her arms, she would have frozen to death after staying in such an extremely cold place for a period of time.
The head had said that the mystic realm was divided into three regions. Although it didn't specify which direction the Cemetery of the True Gods was, according to Ye Qingtang's deductions, since she had to pass through the Frozen Ice Fields and the Scorched Hot Lands to reach the Cemetery of the True Gods, then the Cemetery of the True Gods should be in the deepest part of the mystic realm. She just needed to head in the opposite direction.
Along the way, Ye Qingtang saw many frozen corpses. She tried to find Jiang Shaobai and the others, but it was almost impossible to find them in the vast Frozen Ice Fields.
"Is anyone there?"
A familiar voice suddenly called out from afar.
"That's Sang Feiyu's voice." In the dead silence, Ye Qingtang finally heard a sound, and it was a sound that she recognized. Her heart skipped a beat, and her footsteps quickened as she looked towards the source of the sound.
Sang Feiyu's voice came from a forest of ice.
Ye Qingtang carried Little White Tiger and carefully made her way through the sharp ice trees. Her footsteps were as light as possible.
As she got closer, Sang Feiyu's voice became clearer. She seemed to be calling out to something and then hummed an ancient tune.
"She's still in the mood to hum at a time like this? Looks like there's no danger anymore. "Little White Tiger was impressed that Sang Feiyu could still be in such a mood even in such a place.
But …
When Ye Qingtang found the source of the voice, she saw Sang Feiyu's petite face full of smiles. Her mouth, which had turned white from the cold, was twisted open. What stuck out of her mouth wasn't a bright red tongue, but an ice vine dripping with blood.
"Is there anyone who can come and accompany me …"
Sang Feiyu's voice rang out again. But this time, Ye Qingtang wasn't in the mood to go forward.
Little White Tiger's eyes widened at the scene in front of him. He almost vomited on the spot.
Sang Feiyu could no longer be considered human.
Her petite body had been torn apart by an ice tree that had risen from the ground. Her limbs had been torn apart, and ice vines had pierced through her wounds. Her head had also been twisted off. The ice vine that had protruded from her mouth had pierced through the wound on her neck.
"It's so cold here … who's here to keep me company …" The ice vine in Sang Feiyu's mouth twisted and turned. The blood that had already congealed on its surface looked exceptionally demonic.
"She … is still alive … She is still conscious …" Little White Tiger's eyes widened as it stared at Sang Feiyu in despair and pain. Its features were contorted and the words that escaped its mouth were not what it had intended.
She had become the ice tree's plaything, manipulating and tearing at will …
However, her consciousness did not disappear.
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