It wasn't just the Black Feathered Chicken that was excited, Chen Nan and Zhao Han were even more so.
Chasing after the treasure, they had come all this way, which could be described as fraught with numerous hardships, having brushed past death more than once.
"This temperature could freeze a person to death."
Zhao Han's body was shivering, and he reached out towards the Three-legged Round Tripod.
The tripod was definitely four meters tall, quite massive, and he could only touch its feet. But the moment his fingertips touched the foot of the tripod, an endless surge of coldness travelled through his fingers, instantly freezing his entire body. A layer of frost covered him, completely robbing him of the ability to move.
Seeing this situation was bad, Chen Nan hurriedly struck Zhao Han's chest with his palm, sending him flying several meters away, which finally freed him from the invasion of coldness.
"Damn it, you didn't freeze to death, did you?"
