The snow-laden night was truly beautiful.
In the sky, the crystal-clear snowflakes fell gently, one by one. Some say they are like the smiling faces of lovers, evoking memories when seen; others say they are like the spirits of the snowy fields, pure and flawless upon reflection.
A cluster of travelers moved quickly through the snow field, without any firelight or bright beams, only the harsh glint of blades and swords.
At last, groups of people from the left front to both flanks gathered completely and commenced their charge towards the enemies at Heavenly Sound Mountain.
The clamor of battle and the clash of weapons suddenly erupted.
During the day, Ye Feng had deliberately conceded one of the peaks of Heavenly Sound Mountain. Out of eight, even if all were lost, as long as the military flag on the main peak still stood tall and the generals remained unvanquished, then this contest could not be considered a loss.
"Enemy attack, get up and face the enemy!"
