In the Ice Age Apocalypse, I Hoarded Billions of Supplies Chapter 2987: The Remnant Will of an Ancient Strongman

Saying this, Yang Xinxin's small hand gently pointed into the void. A sharp golden arrow had already been fully drawn on the Bow of Condemnation. "Then let me just redefine the surrounding temperature." As soon as her voice fell, the Fallen Puppet abruptly aimed the arrow in its hand toward the sky, and then the arrow was swiftly released. The golden arrow formed a huge vortex in mid-air, and…