C2177 Seven Saints Fist of the Demonic Refinement

Long Yan immediately felt the cold aura from the surrounding space surrounding him, engulfing his entire body.

If this continued for a long period of time, Li Mo would definitely think that Long Yan would not be able to hold on and might even be frozen to death!

"So cold!" Long Yan coldly snorted.

Of course, this was what Long Yan had said on purpose