It was the 17th year of the first year of wanjing, the middle of winter.
Heavy snow was falling, and the surroundings were covered with a layer of silver white. Dark red liquid seeped into the ice.
The demon’s body was lying on the ground in a mess. There were still people fighting in the distance. The ground trembled slightly as the spiritual power collided with each other.
When the sky turned dark, the sounds of fighting gradually stopped.
“Huff, Huff...”
Ming Shu rested her hands on her knees and took a breath. “The demons have become more and more difficult to deal with in the past year. Brother Xin Yu, are you okay?”
“Of course I’m fine.”Xin Yu’s energetic voice came over.
Ming Shu sat down. “I’m so tired.”
Xin Yu first ordered everyone to clean up the battlefield, then walked over. “Your strength seems to have improved again recently.”
