Northern Bing City.
In the past, this was the most prosperous city on the northern edge of the Great Qian Dynasty, guarded by Yan Wei, one of the top ten Great Generals, and home to the most valiant Tiger Might Army, which turned the city into an iron fortress.
Bordering the ice plains, it was bustling with countless merchants coming and going.
Prosperous and wealthy, the city's riches were overwhelming.
But now...
The former beacon of the north had become a veritable inferno on earth.
Atop the city walls, banners should flutter against the clear sky, yet it wasn't the flags of the Great Qian Dynasty that billowed, but ten thousand human-skin banners stripped from corpses. In the very center, the head of the old Great General Yan Wei hung from a flagpole.
His hollow head dangled from the pole.
Bloody from every orifice, he died with his eyes open.
His gaze fixed on Northern Bing City in front of him, filled with strong resentment and despair.
