Gazing at the dilapidated houses ahead, a gleam flashed through Wang Mang's eyes.
Although it was unclear how strong the incoming enemies would be, Wang Mang didn't harbor much concern in his heart.
With his current strength, aside from people from the top powerhouses, he could easily handle ninety percent of the rest.
As for those who would seek retribution, Wang Mang didn't pay them much heed.
After all, his strength was evident.
Then, Wang Mang descended from midair and sat cross-legged on the exceptionally flat ground.
Snowflakes gradually began to fall, slowly accumulating on Wang Mang's body.
In a short span of time, a mound of snow had formed.
A cold wind blew through, revealing a desolate scene.
Wang Mang, however, was unconcerned about the cold; his Large Success Stage of the Soul Refining Overlord Body was completely unaffected.