"Master Fang! That thing is the Hundred Ghost Princess! It drained half of Sapporo, wrapped in a blizzard, and came straight across the Pacific! It's coming for you! For that bald head of yours!"
Yang Shuanggang's terrified scream still echoed through the distorted communication talisman, mixed with the piercing howl of wind and snow.
Skinny Chen clutched the talisman, his face gone pale as he looked up at Fang Gang.
Fang Gang said nothing. He merely jerked his head up.
Above the ruins, the torn Filthy Yin Tribulation Cloud had yet to fully disperse, but an utterly different, bone-piercing chill descended like an invisible giant hand, brutally pressing down!
Whoosh—!
A biting gale rose from nowhere, carrying shards of ice that lashed against the still-scorching ruins with hissing sounds.
The temperature plummeted at a visible rate. Thick white frost rapidly formed over the shattered walls and debris, as if the ruins had instantly donned mourning clothes.
Skinny Chen shuddered, his teeth chattering. "Fuck... this fast?!"
Above Fang Gang's head, the Great Sun Bright Lamp mark flared as if provoked, its golden-white divine light opening a pocket of warmth that kept the freezing wind, frost, and snow outside.
He narrowed his eyes. His golden pupils pierced the increasingly dense curtain of snow, locking onto the southwestern horizon.
There was no longer the ruined silhouette of the city.
An endless wall of gray-white blizzard clouds, rolling and roaring, was crushing through the night sky with the force of something devouring heaven and earth!
The cloud wall was as heavy as a polar glacier. Within it, countless twisted, anguished faces faintly wailed and drifted amid the snowstorm.
At the forefront of that blizzard cloud wall, an utterly discordant streak of vivid crimson, as mournfully beautiful as dripping blood, pierced the gray-white haze like