Warmth

The black planet was as though it had been sealed by the nether lord since the glacial age. The entire land was dark, gloomy, and the cold cut right to the bones. Even someone as powerful as Chu Feng couldn't help cursing out loud.

He had just alighted from the ship and taken two steps when he was almost frozen stiff. The breath he exhaled turned into black icicles and crashed to the ground.

The energy particles he breathed in contained a dark glow to them, along with a piercing killing intent poised to destroy one's vitality. The pain caused him to grimace.

This certainly wasn't a place suitable for living beings. It was a true Ying-Realm through and through. One could throw a couple hundred tonnes of meat here and easily preserved it for a million years.

"It's so cold. Oh my, I…" He quickly closed his mouth because simply opening his mouth almost caused his saliva to freeze. This made him feel fairly wretched.