The 100,000 mountains in the north, the snow, still falling with the wind, but no longer as white as before, it has become red, stained with blood, the blood of the monks, the blood of the stars.

At this moment, a cold wind swept through, sending a biting chill to the disciples of the five major sects standing at the ruins of the Star Silence Sect. However, all the people present were monks, and it stands to reason that they would not feel cold at all.

But what really makes them feel cold in their hearts is how it can be a simple cold wind. At this moment, the whole world is in a bleak darkness. Black clouds obscured the white winter day and all the light that came from the sky.

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"The Way of the Path" Volume 1 Journey to the Wasteland Chapter 174 I Am His Protector I am in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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