Black Death puffed out his chest, sucked in his gut, and lifted his head, striking a pose like a hero marching to his doom. Then, he leaped into the wooden tub and was instantly encased in ice.
As expected of a Commander, he didn't make a single sound the entire time.
The other four Commanders and all the members of War Wolf looked on with admiration.
At first glance, his brawny, thick-waisted frame might lead one to believe he was nothing but a simple-minded brute. In reality, he was incredibly intelligent with an unyielding will.
Otherwise, how could he have ever become a Commander of the Purple-clothed Guard?
A corner of Ying Huo's mouth curled into a smirk. "How about a little wager?" he said to the other three. "I bet Black Death can't last an hour in that tub. The stake? Ten Middle Grade Spirit Stones."
One Middle Grade Spirit Stone was equivalent to a hundred Low Grade Spirit Stones, making ten worth a thousand. This was no small wager.
