On the desolate plain, the sky was dark, clouds hung low, and the earth seemed to meld with the sky. A fierce wind whipped up great swaths of yellow sand in a whirl, and the air was thick with a sense of oppressive turmoil.
Su Mo, Nuobai, and Dongdong surrounded Zhou Hanyan in the center, forming a circle to trap him, besieged from both front and back.
Only a few steps separated the two sides, yet the short distance felt as if it divided two worlds.
The gazes of the three main forces at the Edge were like interwoven blades, with hidden dangerous gleams, seeking any possible flaw in Zhou Hanyan.
However, Zhou Hanyan's face was expressionless, his whole demeanor exuding a fearless aura. Even with someone behind him, he did not turn around, as if he assimilated everything around him into his perception.
