Inside and outside North Wind City, people were ashen-faced.
On the northeastern land in the depths of winter, the temperature was bitterly low, with frost and mist filling the sky and veiling the winter sun.
Yet the cold of the body was far less than the chill in people's hearts.
A god's fall had ultimately descended upon the North Wind Faction.
That magnificent divine idol which had stood in the city for over forty years was slowly breaking apart, chunks of its stone skin continuously peeling away.
They crashed to the ground with a rumble, dissolving into faint mist.
"No! No!"
"Lord North Wind, don't—sob sob sob—Lord North Wind!"
"How are we supposed to live? How can we live?"
"The North Wind Faction is finished! Mountain Lord is dead too, humanity is finished! Great Xia is finished! We're all going to die, all of us! Let me go! Let go of me! It's true—we're going to die anyway!!"
The city was in complete chaos.
Crying, pleading, and mad, heart-lost screams rang out without end.
Countless people witnessed the god's fall with their own eyes.
Among them was a tall, short-haired woman in her mid-twenties, with a baby face that did not quite match her age.
At that moment, she covered her mouth with one hand and stared up at the shattering divine idol.
"Miss Hu?" A North Wind Disciple dressed in fitted white attire hurried to the woman's side.
"Huh?" Hu Jiaojiao turned her head and looked at him in a daze.
"City Lord Hu wishes to see you." The disciple lowered his voice.
Hu Jiaojiao took a moment to react. It was as if she had found a pillar to lean on; the emptiness left her expression, and she hurriedly invoked divine arts.
North Wind Believers had grown accustomed