Following Beiye meant going hungry nine meals out of every three days, too.
If Beiye had been at full health, he could have gone several days, or even around a week, without eating, surviving solely by burning the fat in his body. If he were still on the continent of Eorzea, the aether energy permeating the air could also partially replace the body's consumption.
But now, he was in another world with limited aether energy, still seriously injured from taking a nuclear blast. After tearing through space, he had been thrown into the Eternal Frost, theoretically the harshest natural environment on the entire New Continent. In this freezing weather, his body's need for food and calories was obviously much greater.
To make matters worse, under Cheng Tian's interference, every faction mission from the Scorching Sun Legion involved disrupting and contaminating Beiye's prey.
Of course, players all had their own little schemes. Seeing Beiye at low health, there was no way they would not entertain other thoughts.
But the problem was that without an Elder Dragon-level unit to restrain and interfere with him, even heavily injured, Beiye still had the strength to easily pound people into little pancakes.
Even at low health, he still had over ten thousand HP!
The 10.5 HP-per-minute base regeneration granted by 105 Strength was basically equal to the continuous health loss caused by his severe injuries, keeping him at around ten thousand HP in the tundra without food.
So, after stubbornly refusing to believe it and paying a certain price, the group obediently learned to back down. They focused on defending, restraining, sacrificing, and running away, preventing Beiye from getting a proper bite of meat for a full eighteen hours.
And as long as they had participated in the restraint mission, regardless of who ultimately killed