The snowstorm grew fierce with a rustling sound, and the mountain's layered pine branches, laden with thick snow like plush velvet, hung heavily downwards. Occasionally, clumps of soft snow fell silently, piling onto the snowy ground.
The hordes of demons from outside the realm were already shocked into silence.
In the world covered by white snow, the fresh blood slowly trickling out of Shu Ci's body spread like a blot of blood ink on pure white rice paper, diffusing slowly.
The Netherworld Wolf with its unnaturally gray and ominous fur greedily clamped onto the young girl's body with its tusks, like a starving wild dog, swinging its head from side to side and viciously tearing at her flesh.
Amidst the howling snowstorm, the bone-chilling sound of bones being crunched and gnawed continuously echoed.
