C344 Cold Ice Blood

Inside the cave, Qin Biao stared blankly into the distance. In the end, Ying Lin's hand stopped at an inch away from the talisman and could not move an inch further. The man behind her grabbed Ying Lin's arm with one hand, and the two of them stopped in midair, motionless.

"Ying Lin! How are you?" Qin Biao tried his best to suppress the dizziness and shouted anxiously at Ying Lin