The night was as dark as ink, and not a single star could be seen.
With Storm City at the center, the area within a thousand-kilometer radius was like a tranquil bay. Beyond a thousand kilometers, however, dark clouds roiled, waves surged, and a storm was brewing.
Massive black clouds billowed and rolled in along an invisible boundary, quickly spreading across the high sky five hundred kilometers above the ground.
No, if Storm City was taken as the center, that boundary was circular. Thus, at the edge of a thousand kilometers, the black clouds were practically clinging to the ground.
The howling wind sounded like countless evil ghosts singing in chorus. The temperature rapidly dropped to thirty or forty degrees below zero, and it was still falling.
The low temperature kept invading and seeping through, crossing that invisible boundary like savage demonic claws trying to devour everything.
Inside the village, Old Mark suddenly awoke from his dreams. He was a man past fifty, the marks of time etched into his scarred body, yet they had also made his old soul all the more unyielding!
Because of the spectacular, dangerous, and practically legendary experiences of his first half of life, he held all forms of temptation in contempt.
Thus, even though he had heard Zhao Xianyu's Divine Edict during the day, it had miraculously had no effect on him at all.
Nearly everyone in the village had left. Summoned by Zhao Xianyu's Divine Edict, they believed the apocalypse was coming and that they could survive only by heading to Storm City. Thus, they had packed up all their food and possessions, shouldered their bundles, hitched up their carts, and departed in a mighty procession.
The entire village was left with only Old Mark and the thirty-two dogs he raised.
"Lord, please