Early winter had not yet brought the kind of cold that seeped into the marrow, but the walls of ice that surrounded them made this place feel like the polar regions.
The battle between the man and the three beasts inside the ice cave had long since stopped.
Tang Xian's breathing was somewhat heavy; even if the armored Tang was light, it was still an adult Lei Xiao. Though his physical strength had greatly increased, he could still feel a bit exhausted.
It could be considered as a way to resist the cold; only now, having stopped punching for a long time, did he begin to feel a bit cold.
Chaos fainted, then woke up, and then fainted again, only to wake up once more.
Obviously, this repeated process of fainting and waking up was controlled by Tang Xian.
To make it faint, he would strike with the side of his hand on its neck; to wake it up, he would stimulate other parts of its body.
After several rounds of this, Chaos was very groggy.