023 Huiyin Mountains have been destroyed

Netherworld, Dark Wind Hills.

The cold invasion from the north had enveloped the entire south, and even at noon, when the red sun was directly overhead, the seventy thousand soldiers of the Qian and Li families stationed in the hills couldn't help but shiver incessantly.

A thousand li eastward lay the Netherworld City.

Next to a pile of firewood burning vigorously, Qian Feng, Li Zuole, and several generals were sitting in a circle.

Because Qian Feng kept silent, those beside him didn't dare to speak much either.

Li Zuole looked into Qian Feng's eyes, hesitant to speak again. He feared interrupting Qian Feng's thoughts, although he didn't know whether Qian Feng was contemplating an issue or simply waiting in silence.

It was truly difficult to discern anything from the obscure look in Qian Feng's eyes.

"Winter is coming again!" Qian Feng suddenly exclaimed, his tone as piercingly cold as the air around them.

Li Zuole and the generals nearby echoed with a murmured "Hmm."