Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Across the boundless ice field, blinding, desolate frost stretched everywhere. The sky possessed a deeply magical hue, various colors reflecting off one another, while raging, icy gales howled through the void!
This was none other than the North Sea!
Three cloak-clad figures walked on foot across this deathly silent ice field.
The glacial world of the Northern Sea was naturally bone-chillingly cold, making it hard for any living creature to survive here.
A few years ago, an epoch-making great battle had even erupted in this very place.
This wiped away what little traces of life already existed here.
Consequently, the place appeared all the more solitary and quiet.
"Kua Fu! How much longer do we have to walk?"
Among the three individuals wrapped in thick cloaks, the youngest man stopped. A burst of dark red energy bloomed from his body, driving away the frost that had frozen into iron-hard layers on his cloak.
The middle-aged man with a dark red, punk-rock hairstyle bore an inverted triangle mark between his brows. He halted, braced his peachwood staff against the ice and snow, raised his head, and gazed at the horizon stretching endlessly into the darkness.
"Almost there!"
The emaciated, bald-headed old man trailing behind like a beggar walked up to the young man and said, "Little master!"
"Do not be anxious, you will see the old master very soon."
The three of them were precisely Star God Kua Fu, Old Gui, and Hou Yi.
Realizing that his former colleagues were all cunning schemers, Star God Kua Fu had come to understand that none of these people were reliable, prompting a fierce wave of longing for his former comrade-in-arms, God of War Xing Tian.
Only with this God of War—who would absolutely never flee—as a teammate could he feel