"Woo woo woo..."
The wind howled more fiercely than usual, carrying the sounds of bloodshed and roaring from far to near, cold enough to pierce the bone.
There were eighteen days left until Harsh Winter arrived.
The weather had already turned cold. Though there were still no signs of snow, the sun had not appeared again. The clouds hung low, oppressive and suffocating.
Northern Province did not have conditions as favorable as Jiangzhou. Their only means of enduring Harsh Winter was the heat produced by Geothermal Fire Mother Stones.
Yet as Harsh Winter drew closer, every human settlement remained anxious and fearful.
Some chose to spend Harsh Winter in Peerless City, while others chose to purchase Geothermal Firestones from Peerless City to get through it.
The enormous Abyss Rift stretching across Northern Province was exceptionally lively at this moment.
The High-Rank Lords led by Blackscale Lord had no intention of submitting to the Hive Legion. They even declared that they would use the Hive Legion's blood to honor the fallen Green-Scale Lord.
In response, the Hive Legion answered only with action.
The armies of both sides gathered on the open battlefield in the middle of the rift. On either side stood enormous, cracked cliff walls at the mouths of valleys. Vast numbers of Abyssal races had assembled here, their rising hostility like two colossal beasts confronting one another.
However, compared to the Hive Legion's fearlessness, the other side appeared somewhat timid.
Hei Shi looked down over the battlefield from high above, weaving Void energy into a dense net meant to reap lives.
Bane led his Blood Bat Tribe in controlling the entire northern airspace.
Alashu and Withered Hoof each remained at the front with the massive Bone Race and Centaur Tribe. Their four hooves tapped lightly against the scorched earth