The next day, early morning.
The sky was still gray and overcast, and the snow was swirling all around. The wind and snow mixed together, making it impossible to see far into the distance.
It gave a feeling of desolation, like the cold winds blowing.
Inside the camp.
Wang Lin stood with his hands behind his back, and beside him, Xuanyuan Yuwei held an umbrella, preventing the wind and snow from coming near him.
Wang Lin's gaze swept over the crowd.
Leading the group were Black Tiger and Red Eyes, each commanding a hundred strong fighters, distinctly divided into two teams.
The atmosphere was tense and confrontational.
Especially Black Tiger, who was staring at the middle-aged man with a goatee beside Red Eyes, his eyes filled with brutal killing intent: "Shu Linghua, you despicable scoundrel, you actually betrayed me!"
"Hmph!"
