Su Chengyu lay on Xu Nanzhi's bed. Although this huge bed was very comfortable, he was not comfortable at all. He struggled on the verge of death.
He circulated his cultivation method and absorbed the spiritual qi of heaven and earth into his body, which could slightly ease the pain.
However, the spiritual qi of heaven and earth was too thin and its effect was extremely small.
At this moment, Su Chengyu seemed to be enduring the extreme cold in a huge ice cave. The spiritual qi of heaven and earth he seized was like a match. The weak warmth could not change the bone-chilling cold.
He struggled in the cold, his vitality fading bit by bit, but was still unwilling to give up. He struggled desperately, like a candle flickering in the wind that could be extinguished at any moment.
After an unknown period of time, Su Chengyu suddenly felt a trace of warmth. It was as if he had seen a ball of flames in the cold.