A hundred miles away, three columns of troops, tens of thousands of iron cavalry, thundered through the snow, galloping swiftly.
Atop Pillar Mountain, Chen Yuan stood firm, gripping the long spear, slanting it behind him, and leaning forward, his eyes blazing with golden light.
Beside him on both sides were the Northern Sea Dragon Girl and Huanlong Clan's Dong Fu. One was expressionless, with silver hair flying in the mountain wind, distinct and shimmering with precious light, her cold silver pupils even icier than the snowstorm. The other wrinkled his ruddy, bulbous nose, looking at the scene below, unable to stop his eyelids from twitching.
"Such dense blood energy, how many people have been killed!" Old Man Dong of the Dragon Breeding Clan frowned, his gaze fixed on the enormous Yin Yang Fish, sensing the startling spatial distortion stirring quickly, making him involuntarily jump and say to Chen Yuan beside him:
"General Chen, what is going on?"
