Cold as Ice

Leonel's gaze remained placid, but when he looked down at his chest, he found a thin line of red had formed. It was trying to eat him alive from the inside out, and if not for his powerful vitality, he would have already died from the small nick.

His Vital Star Force surged, and he was surprised to find that the aching feeling only slowed somewhat. This old man was powerful.

Unlike the other Overlords Leonel had seen, this old man didn't seem to have a foot in the grave. Judging by the World Spirit, it wasn't being used to sustain his lifeforce either. This was either because this old man had only just become an Overlord… or he was an elite even among Overlords. In fact, saying that he was elite probably didn't do him justice, there was something else going on here that was going over his head.

If not for Tolliver, he had a feeling that snatching anything from this man would never be so easy.