Under the extreme cold wave, all was silent; even the air continued to liquefy.
Over four hundred high-level warriors, their bodies were cold, and their hearts were cold as well.
Only one soldier who had pledged allegiance to the Greedy Demon God had a warm heart—and a warm body...
As a flood of Life Essence poured into him, the soldier trembled with pleasure: "Oh, so good, so good... this feels like sitting by a fireplace, my whole body is so warm!"
"I feel none of the cold at all, I'm serious... you should join us too."
The others looked deeply grim: "You've lost a Divine Skill; what will you do in the future?"
The soldier hesitated for a moment.
But it was already too late to regret; he could only force himself to believe: "Better a bad life than a good death. I have a wife and child waiting for me at home! And besides, he said he'd return my abilities, didn't he?"
"Nonsense!" City Lord Ta Gang couldn't help but curse, "How foolish do you have to be to believe that?"
