Snow was swirling all over the sky, the cold wind howling like blades cutting.
The sky over Mingwang Planet was gradually darkening, the shadows of the polar night quietly shrouding the land, the temperature plummeting, the chill piercing to the bone.
At this moment, the entire battlefield was dead silent; only the sobbing sound of wind and snow echoed over this blood‑stained snowy plain.
The sounds of slaughter, screams, and Weapons clashing from just now seemed to have been completely devoured by the frigid wind of the polar night, leaving only scattered corpses and congealed blood‑ice on the ground, telling of the ferocity of the battle just fought.
In this battle, the Moluo Race Warriors, relying on nearly triple the numbers, the innate dual high immunities of Energy Life to both physical and magical attacks, and their consummate Spatial Ability, had almost with a record of no injuries annihilated the tens of thousands of troops of the Moon Ghost Army.
