For Ye Tian, this stream of cool water was a lifeline. He could no longer feel his body; his muscles must have been cooked through by the earlier flames. Strangely, however, there was no sign of his life force fading.
The moment the cool water appeared, he was overcome with a comfort unlike anything he had ever experienced. If he had to describe it in one word, it would be: bliss!
The temperature of the Dragon Scales covering his body began to drop, and thick steam filled the air, enveloping him completely. The only problem was that he still couldn't move a muscle.
But the relief was short-lived. Sensation slowly returned to Ye Tian's body, and with it, the excruciating pain from before. He couldn't help but scream.
As if that wasn't enough, the once-cool water began to plummet in temperature, growing intensely cold. Soon, it felt as though he had been plunged into an ice cellar. The violent swing from hot to cold gave Ye Tian a true taste of a fate worse than death.
