Li Xiaoqiang led a mighty army of five hundred thousand, advancing toward the extreme northern lands, stirring up dust on the road, with an air of overwhelming might!
As Li Xiaoqiang and his army passed by, countless people watched them from afar, gossiping incessantly. After half a month's journey, they finally reached the extreme northern lands.
The large number of people significantly slowed their pace.
At this moment, the army of five hundred thousand stood beside a roaring river. In front of Li Xiaoqiang was the turbulent river, and across from it, an imposing city wall, constructed entirely of massive stones. Countless black-robed figures stood atop this wall.
Li Xiaoqiang stood at the forefront of the army, as a general beside him gazed at him and said, "Sir, if we want to enter the Barbaric Forest, we must pass through this wall. It's much colder on the other side of the wall than here."
Snowflakes were still drifting around them.
