In the boundless world, the heavy snow was like raging waves, seemingly ready to engulf Baili An's figure at any moment.
Amidst the wind and snow, countless figures belonging only to Shu Ci appeared like a curtain of rain, with dark clouds overhead, eternal night, and long snow, as mournful winds raised Sword Qi that was as elusive as mist.
The grass and trees in all directions trembled, and a few withered leaves fluttered down from the trees. Shu Ci's expression was indifferent, and even barefoot in the snow, she felt not the cold around her.
With her fingers curved to control the energy, the wind and snow intensified under the winter night, transforming the silent, continuous heavy snow into an onslaught resembling a thousand troops charging like dragons and snakes.
Sweeping like Demon Soldiers flanking, slashing like a brisk wind devastating the grass, it seemed as though a deep abyssal dragon surged and boiled forth in the darkness of the night.
