The winter moon's cold wind bleached the rooftops of Thunder City, and the wind over the Rushing River was even more bone-chilling, with no human shadows visible by the riverbanks.
In this weather, both peasants and regular citizens would choose to stay home with their families.
However, beneath those low, dark clouds, two petite figures were flapping their wings feebly, flying against the noisy wind.
They were so small that if anyone looked up, they would mistake them for crows, not the evil creatures from the Maze.
"Achoo!"
"Brr... It's so cold..."
Little demon Mi Xi shivered with cold, hugging her tiny arms to her chest, her expression utterly dejected.
Flying next to her, Yousi was the same, the little one trembling her neck, occasionally sniffling up a snot frozen into ice.
By the way, ever since the Demon King elevated their Soul Level to Gold, the two of them had finally mastered Silver Level Extraordinary Power through diligent training.
