The sky had just broken at dawn.
On the Snow Ridge, the sky was gloomy and pale, as if shrouded in heavy lead clouds.
Snowflakes were flying all over the sky.
From the gates of Iron City, the Human Race army surged out, galloping past.
Pujimen, Xuan Qing Gate, Seven Star Gate, Slanting Sun Gate.....
Each city gate was pressed by the army of one or even several nations.
Battle horses neighed restlessly, a forest of swords and spears stood tall, the massive iron lances were visually oppressive.
The Great Banner fluttered in the wind.
Due to a lack of unified command, from a macro perspective, Iron City appeared somewhat chaotic.
But amidst the chaos, there was a certain order.
....
Outside Iron City.
The sound of hooves echoed.
But it wasn't from the Human Race's horses; it was from the Otherworldly Ghosts.
Those Otherworldly Ghosts were covered head to toe in Ice Crystal Armor, and the Ice Crystal Longsword in their hands shone with a gleaming light.
