Inside and outside Beifeng City, people's faces were ashen.
During the cold winter months, the Northeast land had a very low temperature, and the sky was filled with frost mist, obscuring the winter sun.
Yet the physical coldness was far less than the cold within people's hearts.
The fall of the God, after all, manifested upon the North Wind Sect.
That grand Divine Sculpture, standing in the city for over forty years, was slowly cracking, with chunks of stone skin continuously peeling off.
Crashing to the ground, transforming into a faint fog.
"No! No..."
"Lord Beifeng, don't wail, Lord Beifeng..."
"How are we supposed to live, how can we live."
"The North Wind Sect is finished! The Mountain Lord is dead too, the Human Clan is finished! Da Xia is finished! We will all die, all must die... Let go of me! Let go of me! We were meant to die, we will all die!!"
The city descended into chaos.
Sounds of crying, pleading, maniacal screaming filled the air endlessly.
