The cry of the white spiritual body was piercingly sharp, chilling to hear.
However, the fanaticism in its words was even colder, as if the spiritual body was a mind-twisted lunatic who only knew how to worship Shalivan.
The cry felt like a severe cold sweeping over them, as if the warmth from the Warm Grass Fruit Leon and the others had just consumed ceased to have any effect, with a biting cold wind seeping through them from outside.
"Wait, the Warm Grass Fruit has lost its effect!"
Seeing everyone covered in a layer of frost, Leon realized that the warmth effect of the Warm Grass Fruit had vanished, and hurriedly dug into his backpack, giving each person one to eat.
"I knew it, my strong mind couldn't possibly cultivate a bunch of verbose thoughts just from the spiritual body's cry." Maru kept exhaling due to the spiciness of the Warm Grass Fruit.
