The bronze palace was ravaged by the biting blizzard, as if swallowed by an abyss.
No one knew how much time had passed.
The howling wind of the blizzard gradually faded.
The lightning emitted by the Extreme Thunder Great Sword flickered in the darkness, eventually dimming into a faint spark.
Tang Ling had lost consciousness, clutching the boy in her arms as she collapsed.
Everyone was breathing.
They were all still alive.
Thunk.
Lin Lan could no longer hold on. Both his stamina and spirituality had been utterly drained. He tossed the Tachi in his hand to the ground. Despite his usual nonchalant demeanor, he had stood at the very front, shielding the women and children in the corner. At this moment, his role as a Night Watcher was unmistakable.
"Ah Lan, Ah Yue, block all the gaps in this palace immediately. Make a mud pipe that won't crack for venting smoke. If we don't raise the temperature soon, none of us will survive—we'll all die," he ordered.
