Confrontation (1)

The shadow fell heavily and hit the collapsed ceiling with a 'Dong' sound. The bottom of the elevator cracked after being hit by a heavy object.

The steel rope above his head that was tied to the elevator was shaking, and the chill in the elevator was overwhelming.

As the black shadow was dragged down, a large amount of water droplets splashed and fell on the few of them like a drizzle.

Instinctively, song qingxiao opened her left palm to block her face. She felt a cold sensation on her palm, and a few drops of water fell on it.

The drop of water was like a tiny ice cube that had just melted. As soon as it touched his palm, the chill spread out and covered his entire palm in an instant. Then, the stench of rotting corpses assaulted his nose.

The spiritual energy in song qingxiao's body began to circulate. A layer of frost formed on her palm, blocking the yin energy that was trying to invade her body.