Lin Xintong’s footsteps became slower and slower. The ice crystals now reached her fingers. Even the hand stretched out by that person could no longer provide her with warmth.
Just as her life was about to leave her body, Lin Xintong tried her best to see clearly the figure in front of her. All she wanted was a glance, but… she still could not see anything clearly…
“Is it… really you…”
…
Yi Yun was holding Lin Xintong in his arms and had now traveled an unknown distance. He felt Lin Xintong’s breathing gradually weaken. It was as if her life was slowly approaching its end.
However, as her breathing weakened, her eyelashes began to constantly vibrate gently. It was as if she was trying her best at opening her eyes to look at him.
However… her eyes never managed to open up…
Yi Yun tightly held Lin Xintong as his pure Yang energy constantly circulated. However… he realized that with Lin Xintong’s life force gradually weakening, the pure Yang energy could no longer be injected into Lin Xintong’s body…
The icy plain seemed boundless and without end.
Without being able to see his destination, his Yuan Qi slowly depleting and him holding on to a body that was slowly losing its life, everything seemed hopeless…
Yi Yun was silent as he obstinately carried on walking. He had already reduced his Yuan Qi consumption to its lowers. There was only a thin layer of pure Yang Yuan Qi that lined their bodies’ surface to withstand the cold wind, however, the main consumption came from maintaining Lin Xintong’s life force.
The further he went, the harder it became to resist the snow storm in the icy plain. Lin Xintong’s body temperature had reached an extreme low. Yi Yun felt like he was holding onto a light ice sculpture.