"We should leave together, and wait for Ning Fan to deal with her!"
Xu Yourong naturally did not want to escape alone, hoping to have Shuang'er accompany her.
"No, my strength is stronger than yours, and I have a chance to escape..."
Pu chi!
Before her words had finished, the sound of rending flesh was heard.
Shuang'er stiffened, slowly lowering her head to look at her chest.
A sharp coldness was penetrating through her torso.
At the other end of the coldness, it was connected to the fingertips of the Ice and Snow Goddess.
She sat high upon the Ice Snow Throne, her gaze dominating as she looked at the two, with flames of rage flickering in her eyes.
"Ignorant mortals, daring to offend the might of a deity, truly courting death!"
Then, with a slight flick of her fingertip, the coldness lifted Shuang'er into the air, drawing an arc before falling beside the throne.
"Yourong sister... quick, run..."