The swirling snowflakes caused the temperature in the area to drop sharply, but at this moment, no one cared about how cold it was. They were only focused on Lin Xuan's current condition.
'Die! Just die!'
Rao Longtian roared in his heart. He wanted to see Lin Xuan dead or at least crippled. According to the terms of the wager, if Lin Xuan collapsed and couldn't get back up, he would lose. To be precise, losing consciousness or being unable to move would constitute a loss.
Retreating or simply falling over didn't count as a loss; as long as he could still move, he hadn't lost.
'Brother Xuan, you have to be okay!' Lin Xue prayed frantically in her heart. She hoped Lin Xuan could hold on. Injury was unavoidable, but she prayed he could at least endure it without any serious mishaps.
