While this voice was faint, it carried an inexplicable chill. When it landed in Xu Qing's ears, he felt like his mind had turned into a glacier.
It was as though a piece of ice had appeared out of thin air in his soul.
This ice emitted waves of coldness that spread out from Xu Qing's soul and affected all his perception, causing him to seem to have lost all warmth at this moment.
Only the coldness penetrated everything.
Every letter in the voice was like a curse, stirring Xu Qing's sea of consciousness along with the cold air. At this moment, the divine source in his entire body lost its vitality like stagnant water.
Under the enhancement of these layers of coldness, it seemed like he was going to be frozen to death.
This feeling caused Xu Qing's consciousness to stagnate. However, a breath before his consciousness turned blank, Xu Qing used the last trace of his divine sense to stimulate the Golden Crow in his body.