Rod watched as the Judgers hurriedly carried his ice-covered body into the Spirit Coffin, a coffin with powerful sealing capabilities, ensuring his life state could be maintained until he was sent back to the Royal City.
He suddenly asked, "Mephit, your cold ice, can it freeze even the soul?"
Mephit glanced at him, "Yes, you knew that, didn't you?"
Rod nodded.
Not only that, but he also knew that dissecting a soul frozen by Mephit's cold ice was currently the only certain way to identify the Ancient Evil Thought.
"It seems to be more than just ordinary frost."
Mephit's silver eyes looked at him, as if frost was gathering within them.
"Yes, it's not ordinary frost; it is some more essential power, 'cold ice' is merely the name humans gave it."
Rod's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "If there were no taboos, and you could use all your characteristics, how strong would your combat power be?"
Mephit gently shook her head, "That's impossible."
"Why?"
"A curse."
