Wangshan City, outside the south gate.
Hua Qianmian ran gasping for breath, seeing the majority of the city walls ahead had collapsed, leaving only remnants, on the verge of falling.
Tiny snowflakes drifted down from the dark red sky, and the cold wind became increasingly biting.
"Damn it, are you even letting people live!"
Hua Qianmian cursed angrily, as the deep winter night was already cold, now with such a large earthquake and then the falling snow, if the little ones were trapped underneath, they would surely die!
A chilling wind blew, and the grand procession of ghosts carrying coffins had already caught up. Hua Qianmian scanned around; ghost coffin carriers were on both the west and east sides, some even climbing over the collapsed walls into the city.
"Five Ghosts Yin Soldiers, heed my command!"
A clear voice came from the south, and Hua Qianmian, using her agile qinggong, swiftly jumped onto a tree, gazing southward.
