From Yinke's back, Su Mingan saw that the players below were as small as ants, with black dots scattered on the streets of the island.

When the wind and snow came, he lowered his head and buried his face in the crow's feathers to avoid the too strong wind and snow.

The soul hunting suit he was still wearing was a little thin, and with a lot of blood loss, he now felt cold from the inside out.

"...Su Ming'an." Noel's voice came through the wind and snow,

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