「More than a month later.」
When Huai Shi opened his eyes, he felt an uncomfortable sensation in his nostrils. After forcibly exhaling twice, foreign matter flew out of his nasal passage, hitting the ground like a cannonball.
Chunks of ice mixed with a large amount of iron filings shattered on the ground.
Subsequently, a fiery pain surged from his nostrils—the nasal mucosa, relatively fragile compared to his armor, had suffered frostbite.
He tried to exhale two breaths of fire, and his stiff body finally warmed up slightly. As he moved, his frozen scales made sharp noises, and a large amount of thin frost fell to the ground, creating a crisp metallic sound upon impact.
Twisting his neck, Huai Shi could hear the crackling sounds of his bones, making him sigh involuntarily.
"When will these days come to an end?"
[-190.75℃]
