The cold wind howled.
Flakes of snow, mixed with the bone-chilling cold wind, blew across the icy plains before them. Countless Undead groaned lowly as they advanced at a slow pace. And behind them stood a colossal, pitch black citadel. Towering spires, like the fangs of a fierce beast, stretched upwards from both sides of the walls piercing the cloudy skies, as if all things in the world were enveloped and frozen by it.
"Roar——!"
A Skeleton Dragon spread its massive wings, soaring through the sky before 'thump' landing on a nearby cliff. Opening its mouth, it let out a deafening roar, seemingly shaking the very air and causing even the surrounding ice mountains to collapse thunderously.
"Phew... success at last."
Fang Zheng lowered his hand, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, then lifted his head, looking satisfied at the scene before him.
