Cold.
When the eight Knights of the High Table first left the earth and entered the vacuum, the first thing they felt was the cold cosmos.
Though their bodies could fully withstand such an environment, it was like camels in the desert falling into the ocean, needing to flounder a bit before adapting.
Soon after, the unabated solar storm scorched their bodies to a rapid heat.
By the time they adapted to the zero-gravity of the vacuum and adjusted their stances, it was already over.
"You, you're definitely not the chief! Who are you really?"
Magic Eye adjusted his position and shouted, but once he opened his mouth, the sound couldn't travel through the vacuum.
Even so, Li Aozi could probably guess what the other was thinking.
He stood in the cosmos, with his back to the sun, his five and a half meters tall frame shrouded in shadow due to the backlight, making his fiery eyes seem all the more shockingly azure.
