Bab 505: Chapter 505: The Power of Origin's Strength!

What!?

Upon hearing this, Elliott Taylor's pupils abruptly contracted, and his heart couldn't help but tremble momentarily, looking at White Mitchell as if he were a slaying deity!

Cold!

Murderous intent!

Terror!

At this moment, Elliott Taylor felt as if he had plunged into an ice cellar. His surroundings seemed to be dropping in temperature at a terrifying speed, which made him, a mighty transcendent, shudder involuntarily.

It's not just the transcendent, even the War Kings, War Gods, and martial artists of the mundane world barely feel changes in temperature.

Only a place of extreme cold would have an impact on them.

As for the transcendent, it goes without saying, even deep inside extremely cold places, they would not be affected in any way.

However, at this moment, Elliott Taylor was experiencing a genuine bone-chilling coldness engulfing him, and no matter how he tried to dispel it, he couldn't get rid of this coldness.