The Undead Tribe's sensitivity to pain far exceeds that of normal humans.
Cold Nelson was roasted on a chair!
His buttocks, in indescribable pain!
The Undead Tribe can remain unscathed due to their exceptional self-healing abilities.
But once cooked, it's destined to be irrecoverable.
In the blazing flames, Cold Nelson was gradually roasted to perfection.
Julius Reed sniffed the aroma of the meat, looked at Cold Nelson's not-yet-cooked head, and turned to leave.
Crunch!
The throne burned to ruins.
Cold Nelson wasn't medium-done.
Instead, he was cooked thoroughly.
From the inside out, cooked clean and completely.
"Return to Demarco Mount." Julius Reed gazed at the clamorous Skilid City below and spoke lightly: "This time, I want to completely obliterate them! Not a single one left..."
Skilid City was just the beginning; the real trouble doesn't lie here.
The Wolf Cavalry slowly departed.
The Dusty Platform plunged into darkness.
