Liuhé City, North Gate.
In front of the vast square, layer upon layer of people crowded around, leaving only the center with a large empty space, while everywhere else, including on the city tower and surrounding buildings, was entirely occupied by silhouettes.
Seen from afar, it was a dense mass of moving heads.
Even the most conservative estimate would put the number well over thirty thousand, and it was still flowing in at an incredibly terrifying speed.
Standing on the city tower, the large flags seemed to be affected by the boiling atmosphere within Liuhé City today, flapping more vigorously than usual, displaying a remarkable flair.
A distant large river.
As the ice and snow melted, the river surface stretching over a thousand miles was swept by waves, pounding fiercely against the shore.
Majestic and grand.
