Around the Lunar Star's ground fissure, a hundred thousand Witch Tribe soldiers were stationed, sealing the place up tight.
Inside the fissure, Yin Qi churned with baleful cold.
Along the edges, the temperature was already below freezing.
If a person got close and was swept by the icy wind, without using Mana for protection, their whole body would be frozen into an ice pop.
Even the Witch Tribe army had to camp at least a thousand meters away.
When Jiufeng and Long Fei arrived, the leading general recognized Long Fei at a glance, and the soldiers behind him muttered one after another, "Why is Mistress Feng hanging around with this Human Race guy again?"
"Could it be that Mistress Feng really plans to marry him?"
"How could that be fake? Look how happy Mistress Feng is, her smile's blooming like a flower!"
"Yeah, we never see Mistress Feng this happy usually, do we?"
