When the main force slowly retreated with that heavily armored convoy rolling forward like a steel tide and finally reached the rear base of Black Stone City, the indescribably grim atmosphere finally eased.
At this point, only the final day remained before Three Cold Springs ended.
The entire New Continent was wrapped in bitter cold. As the coldest region apart from the Northern Ice Field, the temperature in the Central Holy Land had already dropped to minus thirty-two degrees.
The bitter cold seemed to freeze the whole world. The air was filled with a bone-piercing chill, as though even breathing allowed one to feel the sting of ice crystals forming inside the nostrils.
The ground was covered by a thick layer of white frost, as if it had put on a silver-white coat.
Whenever the cold wind blew, it lifted flakes of snow that danced gracefully through the air like spirits. But when the snow landed on one's face, it was as sharp as tiny knives, bringing a piercing pain.
Fortunately, before setting out, the territory had already prepared plenty of thick Cotton Clothes, cold-resistant gloves, hats, and other equipment.
Even though they still struggled to withstand the chill, and many people's eyebrows and beards were covered in ice crystals, the surrounding environment had stabilized, and their taut nerves still relaxed at that moment.
Almost everyone wore a relieved smile. There was inexplicable excitement in it, along with a hint of inexplicable anticipation.
The war was over.
In fact, although this Expedition had lasted only ten days from beginning to end, it was still a hellish experience for the Earth players, who had never set foot on a real battlefield.
Against this backdrop, the battle at Black Stone City was destined to have far-reaching effects.
It had not only laid