C2518 Five Thunder Roars

Ming Zhu held onto Yang Ping tightly as she felt his body temperature go lower and lower. In the end, he no longer had any breath, and his pulse rate was so low that his heart was trembling violently.

The sun rose in the east, completing its transformation.

Bathing in the warm sunlight, Ming Zhu felt especially cold. Her lips turned white as she caressed Yang Ping's face