"Luckily, I have a disguise on me, otherwise it would have been a bit difficult to handle."
Gu Shanhai pressed down the Mad God with one hand, while the other hand shook off the constantly creeping frost. This thing was shameless, always looking to cling onto something no matter what it was.
The Elf Clan, however, were an exception. Due to their long-term residence around the dual-star celestial body, they were no longer considered a normal Elf Clan. More accurately, they should be called the Frost Soul Clan. Their so-called strong cold resistance was actually an adaptation to the Destructive Frost, rather than true resistance to the cold.
"On that note, this god is indeed dutiful." Gu Shanhai quickly kneaded the Mad God into a small ball. After some research, he found that the reason this divine went mad was more due to overwhelming grief and an inability to bear the stimulus, leading to madness.
