"That's why you feel the cold piercing your bones, but it's not really that bad. It's more of a psychological suggestion. You need to learn to resist it."
These words clearly took a toll on Feng Sa, who spent a lot of energy and stopped talking afterward.
Meanwhile, the Demon King was utterly bewildered in the wind.
He didn't expect to spend the night in this godforsaken place and endure such inhuman torment.
The Demon King felt like crying, but he knew tears wouldn't solve the problem.
At that moment, the Demon King had only one thought: to escape and not let himself perish in this cursed place.
The taste of that night was too... bittersweet. The next day, when the Demon King saw the sun, a symbol of hope, he was almost moved to tears because his entire body was covered in frost.
If it weren't for his resilient heartbeat, Yin Xie might have thought he was deader than dead.
