A day and night of battle had greatly depleted Piluf's spirit, causing his head to buzz and his muscles to ache as if soaked in lemon.
The ground beneath his feet had become fragmented and shattered due to his powerful, repeated pounding.
The thick Stripe Guardian slime applied to his body had dried out from prolonged movement and lost its effect, resembling a layer of plastic film stuck on his sturdy chest.
The cold of the plain repeatedly jabbed at Piluf's nerves, as if attempting to skin him alive.
Had Piluf not possessed exceptional defense and extraordinary resilience, he might have already turned into an ice sculpture amidst the cutting winds.
The first rays of sunlight in the early morning touched the city walls, and only then did Piluf feel a hint of warmth.
However, this warmth did not bring a good mood to Piluf.
The bodies of Luoze soldiers and Beastmen started piling up on the city walls, freezing into one with the walls under the chilling wind.
