The golden lion roared as it neared. Suddenly, Meng Hao's eyes snapped open. They had been closed the entire time in his efforts to not waste even a scrap of energy. It was in this manner that he could use the power of the Everburning Flame to fight back against the bitter coldness of the void, and prevent his life force from being exterminated. After all, he had not come prepared with any cold-resisting magical items.
When he saw the middle-aged man and felt his killing intent, Meng Hao had maintained his motionlessness.
He was waiting; waiting for the man to near him. That way, he could conserve the most amount of energy when killing him. The man wanted to rob Meng Hao of his life; how could Meng Hao not prepare to take the man's cold-resisting treasure after that?