The night deepened, and the chill of Xue Han in the mountain forest grew heavier. The sword fire behind her gradually extinguished without light.
Having resolved the insect chaos at Four Peak, Yun Rong raised a broken piece of Purple Armor with her sword, glancing at the seemingly chaotic runes on the armor.
Her eyebrows lightly raised, she kept the broken armor and looked up at the night sky, where dense cold clouds floated, with faint starlight occasionally appearing through the hazy sea of clouds.
Even on such a deeply silent night, Bai Tuo Mountain, known in the Mortal World as the Three Saints Land, turned somewhat eerie.
The black and red school uniform of the fire-stepping dark night Qilin gently fluttered in the snowy night.
Yun Rong continued to use herself as bait, leaving Four Peak and heading towards Eternal Mountain in the southeast direction.
Evening smoke drifted past the cold bridge with sparse snow, and waves of pine roars echoed like the sea in the wind.
