"Nothing burns more than the cold." In the darkness, Bartlett's mind suddenly flashed with this thought.
At this moment, the barbarian lay naked in a metal groove, surrounded by icy liquid soaking his entire body. Initially, this bone-chilling cold was like the embrace of Little Ghost, making the barbarian's body and soul shudder for it. But soon after, the cold turned into red-hot iron spikes, cruelly piercing every inch of his skin.
I must have been insane to do this! Bartlett endured with his powerful willpower, gritting his teeth to ensure he wouldn't pass out from the prickling pain.
It seemed like centuries had passed, but also felt like just a moment, the barbarian felt the pain gradually weaken, and his body became stiffer. His soul felt like it was attached to a lifeless husk.
I've reached the limit, Bartlett thought. He then screamed in anger, stood up, and extricated himself from the icy liquid, falling to the ground on one side.
