Lena Plain finally couldn’t bear the icy chill. She landed her treasure in a remote spot, confirmed Terry Yang wasn’t following, and discovered her whole body was showing traces of frost, just like an ordinary person trudging through a snowy wilderness.
She hurriedly sat down to circulate her cultivation, fighting the cold, and extracted the cone-shaped weapon planted by Terry Yang. All the chill was coming from this cone.
Even after forcing out the cone, Lena Plain kept trembling, cursing, "Damn it, Yang Clan—I won’t let you off!"
Terry Yang had obviously done something nasty to the cone; the more Lena Plain resisted the chill, the colder her whole body became.
"What the hell is going on?" Lena Plain’s face was deathly pale, her body shaking as she questioned.
Gradually, Lena Plain’s vision blurred, as if she was about to fall asleep, but she knew she couldn’t—she had to hold on.
Just as she hovered on the edge of unconsciousness, a vague figure appeared before her. She tried to speak but had no strength, lying there like a frozen corpse, staring at the silhouette.
The newcomer wasn’t anyone else—it was Evan Yang. If Lena Plain hadn’t been intent on killing Terry Yang, Evan wouldn’t have followed her. Now, seeing she was gravely poisoned, he knew that if her soul was affected, she’d be beyond saving.
Since Lena Plain was half-conscious and couldn’t see clearly, Evan Yang wasn’t worried about exposing his identity. He stepped forward without concern.
Evan Yang supported her, placed his hands on her back, and sent a stream of energy into her body.