Cold Mountain City, once a city of snow, was immaculate and wonderfully scenic.
But now, it was in complete disarray.
It was stained everywhere with red, green, and black blood, shed by either Fierce Beasts or Demonic Beasts.
Wang Xiu slowly lifted his head, his gaze immediately falling upon the pagoda levitating above Cold Mountain City. To resolve the trouble here, I must find a chance to take that thing down first!
He activated his Great Luo Supreme Divine Sense, and countless strands of divine thought spread out. They were incredibly fine, like snowflakes drifting from the sky, infiltrating every building, street, and alley as he tried to grasp the city's situation completely.
Twelve Sky Demon Emperors... twenty Demon Emperors... hundreds of Lords... Wang Xiu's expression grew solemn. This lineup was truly terrifying.
