The darkness before the dawn was at its deepest, like thick ink spilled across the wasteland of the Northern Frontier.
The bone-chilling wind whipped up frozen blood foam, severed limbs, and broken armor from the ground, emitting a wailing howl that scraped across faces like a blunt knife.
Outside Canglang City, Wuliangha's desperate, all-out siege had been going on for the better part of the night. The Northern Desert army charged this battered strategic pass wave after wave, amidst earth-shattering battle cries and piercing shrieks.
Chapter 230