The goose-feather-like snow had been falling for a full day and night, and the realm still under the control of the human race in Pingyang Province was already wrapped in a layer of silvery white.
"The scenery of the northern country, Thousand-Mile Ice Seal, ten thousand miles of snow..."
Witnessing this scene, Pan Jian'an couldn't help but recite the work of a great Hua Country founder from before the anomaly, feeling a sense of melancholic loss in his heart.
In the two months since he had led the team, the second batch of three thousand Card Masters from Blazing Plains City had been called up, and now barely one-tenth survived. This was after several thousand Gargoyles had served as cannon fodder; otherwise, the ratio would have been even more terrifying.
Even though he believed he had done his utmost, the undeniable fact that more than two thousand people had died weighed heavily on Pan Jian'an's spirits during this period.
