The snow didn't know when to fall, covering the city, covering the battlefield, the Thunder Monkey exhaled hot white breath as it roared.
Ya Ya swung her long gun creating a gust of wind, each sweep cleared a space, aside from a few in the Demonic Realm, no one else was a match for her.
Over the past two years, she gorged herself silly and finally started to make up for the sixty years lost, her body beginning to display the constitution a Dragon Turtle should have. Those in the Demonic Threefold stood no chance against her, and if not for the existence of two in the Demonic Sixfold, she could single-handedly overturn the entire sect with her spear.
In the midst of the heavy snow, the Little Barbarian King sat atop the corpse of a Demonic being, his buttocks perched on the forehead, feet on the nasal bone, the huge axe wedged at the base of the neck.
