Chapter 389

Rushing day and night for a full month, they finally reached the Northwest border. The suffocating aura of death had been blanketing the entire land. The temperature in the north was lower, and the snow had not yet melted. Flurries of snow danced through the air, an endless white blanketing every inch of the ground, temporarily masking the cruelty and bloodshed of the battlefield, leaving behind only a scene of pure and desolate stillness. Across this snow-covered plain, trenches and defensive lines were gently smoothed over by the soft snow, as if time had frozen here. The white snow reflected the faint, pale light of the sky, making the battlefield appear both bright and cold. Occasionally, a gust of wind swept through, whipping up layers of snowy waves like invisible ripples on a battlefield, foretelling unknown challenges and variables. Amidst this vast whiteness, every figure appeared exceptionally tiny yet great; some crawled forward, while others stood tall and unshakable, using their flesh and blood to forge one indestructible line of defense after another.