The wind and snow at the Ice Extreme Pass had diminished somewhat unknowingly. In mid-air, Duan Guangtai was still tied up in vines like a lifeless bundle, suspended there.
The patrolling soldiers marched past in formation, their eyes unconsciously glancing towards him; when the guards on the city wall changed shifts, they couldn't help but look up – they could clearly see Duan Guangtai's pale face, tightly shut eyes, and even the faint spiritual energy around him that was almost undetectable.
With each glance, the soldiers' reverence for the New Army Commander grew deeper.
The Military Lord had shown everyone in the most straightforward way: the rules of the Ice Extreme Pass were set by him, and disobedience would lead to such consequences.
Just then, a sound of footsteps came from the direction of the main fortress, and Qin Tian emerged from the ice house.
"Military Lord!"
"Military Lord!"
