Spear Held Empty, When Will the Morning Cry (Seeking Guaranteed Monthly Votes at the Beginning of the Month)

Winter had arrived.

Snow began to fall across the New Wild Continent.

When Xue Gui had established the rules of this place, he set the four seasons and divided day from night, all in accordance with The Present World. More specifically, they followed the climate of the Central Regions.

Yet the New Wild Continent's first snow this year had come somewhat earlier than in the Jing Kingdom.

The moment it began, it fell with savage force. Overnight, inside and outside the Great Wall, ten thousand trees bloomed with pear blossoms.

Ji Zhaonan walked through the snow, nearly blending into its whiteness.

With a casual flick, Jiang Wang sent out a wisp of flame, burning the Asura corpse sprawled across the ground into nothingness, bloodstains included—but leaving the snow untouched.

His control over the Samadhi True Fire was truly miraculous. But when it came to Jiang Wang, there was hardly anything worth praising.

Gan Chang'an drifted through the air, shifting his gaze away from that wisp of fire and imagining himself as a kite, flying against his will.

Yes. The string was in Ji Zhaonan's hand.

He had gloriously become the bait of this party.

With Divine Presence cultivation, he "struck poses and flaunted his charms," luring in Combat Asuras and Mind Asuras. Of course, their ultimate target remained Evil Asuras.

Ever since that last tense confrontation, Huang Yeyu had not crossed the Great Wall again—if the Human Race's encirclement truly existed, returning would be exceedingly dangerous. If it had only been a snake mistaken for a bow's shadow, then being driven off by several True Insight cultivators was still rather humiliating.

The Dao Derivation powerhouses of the Asura race and the Human Race each remained at their own camps, concealing their Dao principles while spying upon the other side's supreme