The overcast sky was filled with snowflakes dancing in the air, settling on people's shoulders and slowly melting away.
Fang Hong slightly turned his gaze, lowering his right hand, and the metallic feathers spread like crow feathers contracted, with an eerie glow reflecting the pure white snow. The engravings above depicted nothing more than forests and stars, along with a hunting king. As winter approached, the hunting horn sounded long and mournful.
Amidst the biting cold wind, the construct warriors formed a line, withdrawing the long spears in their hands. The wind and snow swept around them, and the slender spear tips pointed directly at the sky. The square was in a state of disarray, with people groaning on the ground alongside bodies long gone cold. The few remaining Crow's Claw Knights had unbelieving expressions in their eyes, silently retreating step by step.
