In the previous moment, Chai Po was full of vitality, but suddenly he withered away.
Without using his Divine Power and Taichu to defend, his meridians and blood flow were invaded by the terrifying cold of the Nine Netherworlds in a single breath.
His rosy skin turned a ghostly blue and was covered with a thin layer of ice crystals.
The burly man curled up at that moment.
Click, click, click~
The clashing of his teeth resounded clearly in the silent city of the King of the Nine Netherworld.
Originally, Shiva's composure had already collapsed.
Having reached the end of the road and even having his equipment snatched by a junior, Shiva was completely ignored by Chai Po, as if he didn't exist, fighting over the very things that had been forcibly taken from his hands with the junior.
This desolation made Shiva feel like an utter clown.
