With a thudding sound, countless ruptures appeared on the surface of the blue glacier, ruptures that looked like a spider-web.
Zhao Layue lay in the middle of the spider-web, fresh blood oozing out slowly; it was a gorgeous but ghastly scene.
She hadn't witnessed the Battle of Zhaoge City one hundred years ago, otherwise she would have known that she and Lian Sanyue were alike at certain moments, regardless of whether she liked it or not.
The shadow blocking the sunlight was gone, and the highly achieved swordsman who had sneak-attacked Zhao Layue left the snowland by way of the Empty Realm.
In the attacker's mind, Zhao Layue had sustained an unexpected assault by him and was severely wounded, so she would die for sure.
Even though she was of natural Dao quality and had precious magic treasure in her hands and didn't die right away of the sneak-attack, she wouldn't be able to survive the assault from the Snowy Ghosts.