Beneath Panshi City, the snowfield had become a human purgatory.
Dark-black heavy armor and iron-inlaid leather armor locked in a desperate struggle. The roars of the Gale Battalion and the howls of the Golden Wolf Guard tore through the wind and snow, while flashing blades and swords scattered scalding blood, dyeing the pristine white snow into a glaring, crimson slush.
Qin Lie moved like a streak of black lightning tearing through the battlefield. Every thrust of his Star-Shattering Military Spear brought forth a shower of blood, and the condensed cold point at the spearhead, resembling the gaze of the God of Death, precisely shattered wolf helm after wolf helm of the Golden Wolf Guard centurions.
Chapter 292