In the blink of an eye, autumn passed and winter came.
Before the waist-high, glistening green grass could wither, the farming troops harvested it and stored it away as fodder.
Perhaps because of the constant warfare and the blood that had soaked the soil over the years, the vegetation on the Human-Demon Battlefield grew exceptionally lush.
However, the region where the Human-Demon Battlefield lay had distinct seasons. Once winter arrived, cold winds wailed. Forget normal activities—even the patrol squads' patrol ranges shrank considerably.
Even with spiritual power protecting their bodies, when flying at high speed through the air, the low temperatures could still freeze people until they trembled all over.
Especially when heavy snow came, one gust of cold wind could turn dripping water to ice.
Basically, once winter arrived, whether Devil Race or human, all became a little lazier and more restrained.
When winter came to the lushly vegetated Human-Demon Battlefield, the land stretched endlessly bare. Trying to launch any sort of surprise attack became quite difficult.
Day after day passed. On January 12th, the 746th year of Jianwu in the Great Zhou calendar, a goose-feather snowstorm blanketed more than half the Human-Demon Battlefield.
Especially in parts of the forward Northern War Zone and Central War Zone, it even caused a snow disaster, with heavy snow sealing off the mountains.
However, neither side on the Human-Demon Battlefield found this unusual. Such bitterly cold weather came every January and lasted ten days to half a month.
It was only that this year's snow had drifted down a little longer than in previous years.
The entire world was clad in silver. Great sheets of snowflakes drifted down from the sky, adding a hazy veil to heaven and earth.
Inside a Beacon Tower in the Southern War Zone, soldiers sat around a