Nightfall had gradually descended, and the north wind bore down, limiting the reach of the light from the mountain fires.
In the distance, beyond where the firelight could reach, the snow piled up like rolling waves.
If one looked closely, they would see countless white figures leaping across the surface of the snow.
They were the Snow Clan, relying on the great snow to seal the heavens. With their environment now fully constructed, it was time to launch their all-out attack.
Beneath the snow, there were also hundreds of thick, black snakes winding and weaving their way through.
At that moment, a formidable member of the Lionheart clan, sitting beside the fire, opened his eyes and murmured, "They're here!"
As he spoke, he stood up, gazing into the sky.
Before long, an ancient python of a hundred zhang in length emerged, its black pupils fixed firmly on the Lionheart clansman as it spoke, "Lionheart's Roar, it's been a while."
