Snow was no longer falling down as soft, gentle flakes, but instead as millions of ice-tempered steel needles whipped savagely by the raging gale, smashing mercilessly into this boiling zone of death.
Visibility was less than five paces. Heaven and earth dissolved into a chaotic blur, pierced only by the deafening cries of battle, the harsh shrieks of clashing steel, the dying agony of warhorses, and the short, desperate screams of lives being torn apart—all cutting through the curtain of wind and snow, tearing at the nerves of every survivor.
Fresh blood splashed onto the freezing snow, instantly congealing into eerie, dark red crystals of ice, only to be trampled into filthy mud by the following waves of boots. At the heart of this chaotic battlefield, a veritable meat grinder of hell, two figures stood like unyielding reefs. A violent storm of energy raged wildly around them, carving out a temporary, destructive vacuum amidst the melee!
Chapter 300