Supreme Spiritual Beast

Even though the old man's killing intent surged and his voice was filled with insanity, he was still willing to restrain his voice.

Because his granddaughter was in an abnormal state, he couldn't bear to disturb her. He was afraid that his granddaughter wouldn't be able to recover.

If he had caused irreversible damage to the ice for his own reasons, he would have preferred to die immediately.

The reason he was still alive was because he could not let go of Han Qing. He wanted to reach the third plane to have more longevity and protect Han Li when she was at the third plane.

"Gentle and soft …" Let my heart, the spirit Miasma fly... Dyeing my soul … "

"Messiah... The heavens and earth are old, they are filled with vigor … "A broken heart …"

All of a sudden, the mournful singing started again. It was a beautiful dance, a melody that could be heard in seconds … The White Feather Race powerhouses' complexions darkened even more when they heard this. They should have been able to admire it perfectly.

"Holy Maiden …" "Sir …"

A soft sigh rang out from within the Sacred Palace. This sigh made all the experts of the White Feather tribe feel even more lonely.

"The Holy Maiden wanted the White Feather Race to become stronger, so she decided to cultivate 'Heartless'. This is the Holy Maiden's choice, we have no right to oppose it."

The grand elder's words caused the coldness in the old man's eyes to grow even colder. He suppressed his anger and roared with great difficulty, "For the sake of making the White Feather Tribe stronger?"

"To make the White Feather Race be so powerful, are they giving up their feelings and turning into ice-cold puppets with no emotions?"

"You want to kill your beloved one in order to make the White Feather race strong and fierce?"

"Do you mean to make the White Feathered Race suffer such a great pain just to make them so powerful?"

"This White Feather Tribe …" Was it someone else's? Or is it … "Do you use ice as a tool for powerful races?"

"When did we, the White Feather race, need such a degree of self-sacrifice to become a powerful race!"

The old man gnashed his teeth, his tone containing an incomparable rage and grief.

Ice... Foolish child!

Why don't you ask us old guys if we agree when you make such a self-sacrifice?

Why don't you come and talk to us old guys when you're in pain?

If someone from the White Feather Tribe threatens you, if someone wants to hurt you … Why don't you tell us!

Child!

My body may be old, but I can still protect you from the wind and rain!

Although we are reaching the end of our lifespan, we can still give you some leftover heat!

Ice... My poor child, why do you have to put yourself through so much?

As the old man thought of this, two streams of murky tears once again rolled down his face. At the same time, the tears of all the experts of the same generation as the old man fell down one after another.

A man does not shed tears easily... That, was just to the point of not being sad!

They regretted!

They regretted it!

I regret that they sealed the mountain to make the ice feel difficult, regret that I am so incompetent!

A sorrowful and regretful atmosphere permeated the Sacred Palace. This aura caused a bitter feeling to spread through the White Feather Race powerhouses' hearts. Their eyes were filled with grief.

The Holy Maiden wanted to be strong enough to protect the White Feathered Race, wasn't that the mistake on their part?

It made the noble Holy Maiden feel uneasy. It made the noble Holy Maiden give up her emotions, give up her emotions and desires, kill the person she loved personally, and endure endless torture and oppression.

This... What kind of sadness, what kind of … Silence and heartbreak!

"Who is her most beloved? "Yi …"

Qing asked Yi, slowly suppressing the collapsing feeling in her heart.

He wanted to help Bing Li return to her normal state, return to her smiling appearance, and her innocent personality.

And now … Maybe only the person he loved the most could sit still and wait for this point, or maybe … He couldn't do that either.

But as long as there was a sliver of hope, he would not give up.

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would persevere even if the future was dark, until he really couldn't move.

"A human man. His name is... "Cao Zicheng."

Yi hesitated for a moment before finally making up her mind.

"Ice …" I'm sorry, I broke my promise to you, I am not a qualified left-wing guard, and am also not a qualified confidant friend. "

Yi Yi thought painfully in her heart. She knew the elder's attitude towards Han Qing, so when the old man asked her about it, she only hesitated for a moment before she told him about Cao Zicheng.

Now that the High Priest is gone, perhaps this old man is the only one who can save you.

Ice, if you can recover, I will personally apologize.

If... If you don't forgive me, I can only express my feelings with my death.

After all, I don't like or want to protect a man. I don't have the urge to go crazy from love.

Although it is a little regretful, but if I can obtain your forgiveness with my death, then death … So what?

"Human male? "Cao Zicheng..."

The old man muttered in a low voice. His eyes flashed with sadness and heartache.

Why bother!