"Heh, still okay."
In response to Grandma Crow-eye's exclamation, Leon rubbed his bright red nose from the cold and replied calmly:
"At first, it was really cold, but you get used to it eventually."
"?!!!"
How is that possible?!!!
Upon hearing Leon's response and seeing him looking as if he hadn't suffered much, the Overlords of the Dead Realm collectively shuddered, like a herd of snakes in a meeting, hissing and gasping incessantly.
For the living, the "Blood of the Dead" consumed by the Mountain Patroller is a hundred times more toxic than the deadliest poison and a thousand times colder than the iciest ice, almost solidified "death" itself!
In the True God system, coming into contact with the solidified "Blood of the Dead" is akin to being drawn into the truth domain of a pillar deity-level "death," and even those as powerful as the third director of the Clearing Bureau would have little room for resistance.
