Marquis of Purple Robes felt every hair on his body stand on end, as though he had fallen into an ice pit.
How many years had it been since he had felt this way?
The only vaguely similar experience had been that time at the Underworld King's Palace, but compared to this, it had been ten, a hundred times weaker.
That cold seeped through every opening into every corner of his body. From the crown of his head to the soles of his feet, it was as if sharp, icy splinters had been stuffed into every crack between his bones, piercing his marrow with pain.
Not an inch of skin escaped. Every part of him clenched tight, trying to fend off the extreme chill, but it was all in vain.
Even each tiny pore could not escape the assault of that cold, as though countless ice needles had been driven deep into them.
But he knew this was not real cold.
Because damp droplets were still falling from above in the cave.
This was an instinctive "chill," a shudder that came from the soul.
Marquis of Purple Robes could not stop his teeth from chattering.
"Boss, this cave was sealed with an array. It looks pretty advanced. The cave isn't big, but whoever set it up spared no expense," Lamborghini said as he leaned closer, curiosity in his voice.
Qin He nodded. "It is an array, but it was set up from the inside."
"Wasn't it sealed away?" Lamborghini bared his teeth, somewhat surprised.
After fighting the supernatural for so long, Lamborghini had gradually become more composed. At first, he could only watch from afar; later, he could at least beat the drum from the sidelines.
After that, he had been able to follow behind Little Sable and charge into