In the Northern Territory's Snow State, near Linyuan City, lay the Wind Evil Stronghold.
Feng Han stared at the woman at the stronghold's gate—dressed in black with her face veiled by a light scarf—and his scalp tingled with fear.
The woman's face was veiled and her black clothes completely concealed her figure. Even so, it was clear she was a stunning beauty, and her noble aura was impossible to hide.
But Feng Han was silently cursing his luck. It wasn't just the woman's own formidable strength; with a single, casual wave of her hand, she'd swatted the incredibly powerful Wind God crossbow bolts to the ground as if they were nothing more than straw.
The two men following behind her were also experts. The one with the ghost mask had a hidden aura, making it impossible to gauge his depth. But the man in golden armor had overwhelmingly powerful Qi and Blood; his strength was likely even greater than his own.
