After six days of marching, Yang Yu and his companions crossed the final hilly region and arrived at Selovomen Plain.
Winter had already come, and the vegetation on the Selovomen Plain had withered and yellowed. The cold wind swept through, kicking up waves of gold.
Snow had yet to fall on the plain, but the puddles hidden in the grass had already formed a thin layer of ice, shattered into pieces by the passing soldiers from Wansheng Country.
They were freezing to death in this godforsaken place. Yang Yu, Iyas, and Bai Jin shivered uncontrollably and, after getting permission from Gla, changed into warm clothes.
Subhuman soldiers looked disdainfully at the cold wind; their current light military attire was enough to protect them from the chill.
In Wansheng Country, a river known as the Rakasile River traverses the Selovomen Plain, splitting it in two.
