What the hell!
What is this thing!
Zhen Yue's mentality shattered instantly, with painful memories transforming into a chaotic and complex kaleidoscope replaying repeatedly in his mind, overwhelming him with despair and suffering just moments ago.
The extreme cold's simulated Tyrant raised an ice spear, with a chilling killing intent hidden within the cold wind, silently slicing through his body and will.
No way! This isn't the real one!
After a brief shock, Zhen Yue's mentality calmed down again. The cold sweat dripping from his forehead was frozen mid-air by the extreme cold and turned into ice beads, silently shattering as they hit the ground.
Within the domain of extreme cold, he exhaled a thick white mist and said, "A fake fabricated from imitation, how could it compare to the real one? You want to break me with such a psychological strategy? Then you are bound to miscalculate."
