The chilling winter and the legion of snowflakes painted the city walls white.

The capital filled with red-tiled pavilions seemed to have been frozen for a century. The frigid sadness was enough to kill the soul.

More than ten thousand formations activated now in the Divine King’s mansion. They rose up like divine lamps from the ground in waves. One could see countless shadows dodging through them.

“Feng Feiyun is at Crimson Command Palace.” A nefarious voice echoed amidst the gales just like a ghost.

“Boom!” An assassin was adorned in a full suit of black armor engraved with dragon images destroyed one of the formations with his spear and continued forward with unstoppable momentum. The metal wall behind Feiyun collapsed and a wave of energy rushed in.

So fast, it didn’t take long before this guy made it here. This was a fourth-level...