The snowstorm cuts like a knife.
It sweeps over the dark blue combat suits of Fang Qingyu and his companions.
They have just stepped out of the Eternal Night Territory that isolated all light and sound.
Behind them.
Is the vast icy plain once again shrouded by the raging snowstorm.
As if the bloody revenge that just occurred never happened.
Chu Kuanglan rubs his frozen, stiff hands, chuckling lowly with a muffled voice through the mask: "Heh heh, Qingzi, what do you think those three unlucky bastards are like now?"
He paused, his face showing a mix of gratification and a tinge of horror: "Those dozen or so scumbags, we didn't go easy on them."
"Just like you said, we didn't kill them outright but cut them slowly, severing limbs, making sure they didn't even have the strength to bite their tongues before tossing them to Lin Yu and the others."
"...that scene, anyway...it was quite satisfying."
Fang Qingyu didn't stop walking.
