The fierce wind howled, and the snow whirled.
At this moment, night had already fallen, but the atmosphere in Chengdu Prefecture remained feverish.
The city was full of red lanterns, emitting a blood-red glow through the fog, mixed with the bone-chilling wind and heavy snowflakes.
Occasionally, the sound of muffled thunder came from the sky, suffocating and oppressive.
On both sides of the street, the bamboo and wood lantern stands that should have been colorful were now uniformly covered with red drapes, and various palace lanterns and revolving lanterns emitted a dazzling red light in the dense fog.
The patterns of flowers, birds, and immortals painted on the lanterns appeared grotesque and distorted, casting blood-colored shadows on the snow-covered ground.
The whole city seemed to have sunk into a blood pool of the Netherworld.
At this moment, all the townsfolk were possessed, their faces flushed, foreheads perspiring, and saliva dripping from their mouths.
