At this moment, it's already early February in the human world, the time when green buds are vying to emerge.
Yet, the rustling snowstorm has buried the vast lands of the Northern Plains, a few hundred zhang high, raging wildly and consuming everything.
If viewed from high altitude, the Northern Plains, beneath the snowstorm, would appear like fragmented ice layers pocked with thousands of holes, and with several Saints participating in the battle, the Northern Plains no longer have an inch of intact soil.
And amid this snowstorm, there roars the nightmarish army of Night Barbarians like evil spirits.
The Night Barbarians are named so partly because of their dark, ink-like skin and hideous faces, and partly because of their savage and unenlightened nature, where they consume raw meat and blood, feeding on humans.
