Chapter 610: Settling the Final Account

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Northwest, Tanggute.

Late autumn and early winter, the climate here is far more extreme than in the Central Plains, with low temperatures, dry air, and little snow.

It's a bone-chilling cold that even freezes the sunshine to a pale white; the wind seems breathless, plants blanket the ground, rising curls of cold air envelop them, their greenery coated with frost, appearing as if touched by white crystals from afar.

Bang bang bang!

Crack crack crack!

A hurried cacophony of oncoming noises erupted, as four oddly-shaped shadows raced forward from the north before hastily dashing toward the south. The vast skies of Tanggute and the sparse living creatures meant they did not fear exposure, moving swiftly without a trace.

"It truly owes to the power of the Ancient Mythical Beasts, unparalleled in might, we are indeed lucky to escape with our lives this time."