The morning without dawn was extremely quiet.
The bone-chilling cold wind swept through, lifting veils of snow fog off the ground.
Without the obstruction of the blizzard, the encampment of the Barbarian Tribes, stretching from city to city, stood in stark confrontation with Northern Border City twenty miles away.
But this hard-won stillness was soon shattered by the screeching of a fire phoenix.
Standing atop the city gate tower, Xu Yuan subconsciously looked up, then his gaze suddenly sharpened.
One...
Two...
Ten...
A hundred...
The screeching of the flying Demonic Beasts merged into one continuous cry across the sky, as countless massive flying Demonic Beasts soared over the towering city walls, flying off in all directions outside the city.
Xu Yuan silently watched the group of flying beasts for a long while, then suddenly asked in a low voice:
"Could that Barbarian Strange King have anticipated the Princess's plan to attack their camp this time?"
