The snow was heavy, falling densely.
Thirteen Divine Riders darted through the snowstorm like arrows.
Xi Jiuye, the Northern Territory Divine Sovereign, wore a face full of murderous intent.
A thatched hut appeared ahead, and amid the bone-chilling wind, a clear song emanated from within.
The sound pierced through the howling north wind, landing at Xi Jiuye's ears.
With a resounding neigh, Xi Jiuye dismounted quickly and strode ahead.
Upon hearing of a disaster at the border, Xi Jiuye didn't even have time to inform Lan Chuchu and rushed over, only to find the village deserted.
The same was true for several consecutive villages.
Along the Northern Territory border, nearly thirty villages and fifty to sixty thousand Divine Citizens had vanished without a trace.
If it weren't for everything in the village being as usual with no signs of an attack, Xi Jiuye would truly think the villages were unanimously attacked.
He kicked open the door of the thatched hut.
