The snow in the Northern Domain had finally stopped.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the thick clouds covering the perpetually dim sky parted.
A long-awaited ray of sunlight pierced through a gap in the clouds, shining down at an angle.
Chu Sheng hovered in mid-air, silently surveying the scene below.
The sunlight illuminated a land scarred by devastation.
In the distance, the giant black wall—the first line of defense—was more than half reduced to rubble. On the broken ramparts, the dark red stains of long-dried blood remained.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but carnage.
The ice plains were blanketed with a dense layer of corpses.
There were colossal, savage-looking members of the Alien Race, as well as all sorts of bizarrely shaped Outer Realm Fierce Beasts.
But even more numerous were the Human Race warriors in their standard-issue Great Xia Battle Armor, and their Contracted Beasts, who had fallen with them in pools of blood.
