"Ye Luo!" It was Ling Qingya who first snapped back to reality, her face filled with excitement and tears in her eyes as if overcome with joy, brimming with deep affection.
At this moment, Ling Qingya felt as if she were surrounded by endless darkness. Just when she had given up all hope, she suddenly saw a light, and Ye Luo was the hero who had rescued her from the dark and led her towards the brightness.
The image of Ye Luo was deeply etched in Ling Qingya's heart at this moment; he appeared incredibly towering. Looking at Ye Luo, she felt as if she were seeing a guardian deity, filled with a sense of security.
Qin Feng, however, looked at Ye Luo with a face full of terror, his voice trembling as he said, "You... you were supposed to be dead. How can you still be alive? Are you human or a ghost?"
"I am the Grim Reaper who will take you to hell!"
Ye Luo's cold and merciless voice exploded in Qin Feng's ears, like the voice of the Grim Reaper from hell, making him tremble.