A cold wind howled, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering. It painted a scene of carnage amidst the swirling snow. A young man, wielding a sharp blade and possessing an alluring visage, stared down at the enemy sprawled on the ground. His eyes, as cold as autumn water, held no trace of emotion.,Ye You, who was named by Ye Qingtang, frowned slightly, her eyes full of disdain. In her eyes, Ye Qingtang was nothing more than a struggling ant on the verge of death, not even worthy of her mercy.,After, there was a boundless abyss, and in front of her was an encirclement by thousands. Yet, on Ye Qingtang's face, there wasn't even a hint of fear or panic.。