"The Cold God is dead?" Merlin asked in a deep voice, leaning on his magic wand.
"Completely dead." Li Cheng flung aside a section of completely transparent spine, then put it back into his Backpack and sneezed forcefully.
The Cold God was stronger than the Flame Demon God Amy and the Teleportation Demon God Bachin, with a Level around 37-38,
His self-destruction was comparable to an anti-entropy version atomic explosion, and Li Cheng only narrowly escaped disaster by using Light Speed Elbow Strike to flee a hundred kilometers at the moment of the explosion.
As for the spoils—the Cold God's spine—Li Cheng hadn't yet checked the Note in detail, but its Mysteriousness wouldn't be lower than Hephaestus Tree-man's Tree Heart.
Li Cheng was covered in frost, icicles hanging from his hair, eyelashes, and leg hair, as he breathed out mist while sticking dozens of smartphones to himself, each logged into X, Tieba, Instagram, Zhihu, and other platforms.
