Even if there were.
They wouldn't be foolish enough to stand in front of Tier Four Jiang Ying.
At this point, the Jiang family's matters were considered settled.
...
Arctic, Great Wall.
Fang Qingyu's figure transformed into a streak of dark gold lightning, descending amidst the biting cold wind at the base of the towering, mountain-like wall.
He lifted his head.
Majestic.
That was Fang Qingyu's most immediate impression.
The wall before him had long surpassed the concept of a "wall."
It resembled more of a massive mountain range forged from steel, stretching between the ice fields and human territory.
Its height was visually estimated to exceed 300 meters, its entire surface a cold and heavy gray-black.
The width of the wall far exceeded imagination, with watchtowers constructed like small fortresses along its edges.
Standing beneath it, a sense of insignificance arose spontaneously.
However, as Fang Qingyu gazed on, he suddenly recalled a scene from an anime...
