C265 Hunting

Duanmu Xue Ying's aura was extremely cold, like a block of ice.

Even standing there felt like winter, as if he were in an icehouse. His tone was cold, bone-chilling.

Zhu Ge's expression was filled with anger. Even at this point, the Flying Snow Gate was still unwilling to let him go.

Wang Shuo held his Dragon's Roar Sniper tightly, and the heavenly wolf Haoyue couldn't hold back any longer