Amid the desolate and ice-cold land of despair.
A black-clothed man was silently carrying a white-clothed female.
He blocked out the power of the nomological laws as well as the violent currents of chaos.
The White Spirit Snake should have been extremely resistant to being carried by him. However, because of a peculiar sense of safety, she forgot that she had to keep her distance from him. Instead, she was dazed as she gazed at the man before her.
"Senior… Are you the one who saved me?"
The White Spirit Snake blinked her bright and watery eyes as she asked this in curiosity.
The man sighed softly and replied, "Sorry, I can't save you…"
Boom!!!
A gaping black hole suddenly appeared in her chest.
The White Spirit Snake widened her eyes in shock as the terror of death flooded into her mind once more.
However, right at this moment, a warm and large hand pressed onto the black hole in her chest.