Time flowed like water, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Before anyone realized it, two days had passed.
Ever since the sun shattered, the wasteland's sky had remained fixed at dusk. Only a faint light filtered down through the misty heavens.
The three giant gods who had swept through the entire corpse tide, forcing the Five Great Royal Clans to hide inside their "tortoise shells," had not vanished immediately.
For two days, they had stood between heaven and earth without pause, gazing down upon the world like sentries.
No one knew what they were doing.
But the wasteland's rapidly falling temperature and increasingly dense rain and snow had turned this summer into a frozen hell!
Central New Continent, Tian Yuan Territory's border.
At the bustling construction site of the Sky-Supporting Wall, the work schedule had been indefinitely suspended.
The unfinished sections of wall had no cover. Snowflakes driven by the wind fell across the battlements, pressing down on the wooden scaffolding until it creaked.
Not far behind the wall.
The temporary tent camp that had once been crowded with people now lay utterly silent. Daily necessities were scattered and abandoned everywhere.
Several pots that had not been carried away in time spun around in the wind, clanging against the ground.
In less than forty-eight hours, as the outside temperature continued to plunge,
when it fell to minus forty degrees the previous night, all the survivors had been temporarily transferred to Skyline City, which was still under construction, to spend this unusually harsh winter.
However, Skyline City was not a haven completely sheltered from the wind and snow.
Snow fell thickly.
Inside Skyline City, already buried beneath accumulated snow, temporary construction sites with dug foundations lined both sides of the narrow main road.
The densely packed new citizens, resembling a