Chapter 402: Dare to mess around in Saint Blue, I'll slaughter you all

The four little demons from the Abyss temporarily forgot about Lance as they looked up, allowing the snowflakes to fall on their faces, savoring the chill of the snowflakes touching their skin for that moment.

The sight of snowflakes gently drifting down from the night sky also gave them a sense of a different kind of artistic conception; no wonder Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance didn't want to return to the Abyss—he must have grown fond of the colorful world of the Human World with its distinct four seasons.

The four seasons in the Abyss are not the same as those in the Human World; at the very least, they had never seen such pristine snowflakes in the Abyss.

The number of pedestrians on the streets began to increase, with young boys and girls holding hands, talking and laughing as they appreciated the snowfall on New Year's Eve.