"Chen Hao!"
After hearing a hoarse shout in his mind, Chen Hao sneered, thinking it was just a hallucination due to missing Ye Yuqiao too much.
But soon, his whole body emerged from the thick snow, like a corpse suddenly crawling out of the grave.
Since seeing the destruction of Netherworld City twelve days ago, he had been lying on the ruins of Yang King's Mansion, until the snow covering him grew thicker and buried him.
Were it not for the Nether King's Heart reviving him time and again, he would have been frozen to death in the snow. Now, he looked like a pitiful beggar unable to find food or warmth, with disheveled hair and a gaunt appearance.
It was only upon hearing this shout that his despondent, near-collapse spirit invigorated.
Through the Nether King's Heart, he could truly sense Ye Yuqiao's presence, realizing that the shout was real, not a hallucination.
"Wife, where are you?" Chen Hao's heart quivered violently, overcome with emotion and almost in tears.