"Damn it, kill him, kill him, daring to force this Prince to such an extent, damn it, truly damn it, kill him for this Prince."
In the area ahead, the disheveled Nineteen Prince was there, shouting loudly without pause.
This time, at great cost, he found the only connection point leading to this place, thinking that with his skills, coupled with the ability of his Divine Wind Team, it would be the simplest matter to carry out a ruthless harvest in this territory.
Yet the current situation made him realize he was wrong, and extremely so.
He never imagined that within the Snow Clan, which had long been in decline, there was hidden such a terrifying trap.
Under such a trap, he, too, was forced to become so disheveled, a first in his lifetime.
He never thought that one day he would fall to such a state.
When this day truly arrived, he was indeed unable to accept it in the slightest.
