Clouds filled the sky overhead, as a chill wind blew.
‘SMACK!’ Pathetically battered, and on the verge of death—Yuan Zhengkun, Li Xin and Sun Jiaojiao were mercilessly thrown to the ground.
If it were the normal folks in their shoes, they would have already died much earlier. The trio were using their transcendence energy to keep their heart beat from stopping, barely keeping themselves alive.
Of course the main reason was that the men who captured them hadn’t done the deed, or else— how could they still be alive?
As their faces crashed into the icy snow, they began shivering; the fog in each of their minds slowly receded, and they gradually lifted their heads.
The three lay on their stomachs at the foot of the steps leading to the destroyed East Arrival Grand Hall. The moment they raised their heads, they caught sight of the twelve unsightly corpses—stiff from the cold as they hung from the destroyed beams of the East Arrival Grand Hall.
