The dungeon was a labyrinth of interconnected passages. As Ye Han ventured deeper, a bone-chilling cold began to seep into his marrow, causing him to shiver uncontrollably. A faint black mist permeated the air.
"Huh?"
Ye Han circulated his spiritual energy, intending to force the cold out of his body, but was shocked to find that his energy had been completely sealed by the frigid presence.
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